“Washington, D.C. is a city filled with people who believe they are important.” – David Brinkley
In the late 1960’s, each weekday at 5:30 pm, my dad would pull his ’52 Chevy truck into the driveway. Through the open screen door, the engine’s six cylinders would fall silent; followed by the sound of him closing the truck’s solid door. You could set your watch by it.
My younger sister and I would scream, “Daddy!”
Swinging the screen door open, we would barrel down ...
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2016