The first time our family car broke down, we were on a trip back from the dump.
We were a mile from home…no big deal.
The weather was nice and we were together.
The first time my own vehicle broke down, it was after midnight in Birmingham, AL in a neighborhood one could only describe as “sketchy” at best. I thought I would die there.
Creativity kicks in when reality slaps you hard.
I have…
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