Summary
People say you can tell a lot about a person by the car they drive. I'd bet the gal in front of me likes surfing and landscaping/'Jenny's Edible Gardens" - cool! If she takes the Stinson exit, she's headed for the beach. Blinker on - oops, brake light out. How can Iteli her?"Honk If You're Single" - ha, that's brave. I'll pull up next to her, honk and point to her rear."Honk! Honk!" She laughs/'Brake light!" I bellow. Gosh she's beautiful! Suddenly, a sign with a phone number. Wow! I'll call her! Darn, the exit! 388-5342? 386-5432? 388-5234!!!???
Work over, thank God. I'm leaving right on time. Well, I clocked in earlier than when I actually arrived, so "officially" right on time.On the freeway, radio on. First the jingle.'Tive O'clock Tri via Time/Then the question:" Forty percent of Americans admit they don't do...what?" I know! I dial the number! But like a train jumping the tracks, the car to my right swerves and slams me into the guard rail. When I come to, I hear from my phone:"Forty percent of Americans don't do what?" I yell,"Use their blinkers!""Winner winner chicken dinner/'announces the DJ.She screams her first cry as I count her fingers and toes.They're all there, and I can breathe. At 1 0 months she says her first word: Mom. At 1 4 months s he says "mom" one last time, and then everything stops. I search for a name - a reason - for her disease. If "it'Only had a name, I'm positive it could be fixed. Now, after 1 9 years, she's still frozen in time. I ask if she'thirsty. She blinks twice for"yes."My"imperfect" daughter who is, in fact, perfection.See the full content of this document
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Freeway Fiction
101 Commute
Ha If wiper speed too much,screech of blade across the not-quite-wet-enough windshield. Knob down and water puddles in front of our eyes, blurs 101 commute just a bit more then is safe. John, my wife's father, talks of when he was with the 1 0th Armored Division, part of Patton's army.Tenth helped get the 101st Airborne out of Baston after he liberated a cognac distillery, all done in a drizzle. Words of bombs in Iraq and vines in Afghanistan come from radio.Returning from the funeral, Maya remembers how he liked cognac, rain falls lightly as we exit 101.Joe Cresalia, San RafaelMomShe lumbers into the kitchen, her multicolored muumuu billowing around her legs like waves.The broken veins on her arms a warning that despite her girth she is still fragile, and perhaps even broken. "Can I ...See the full content of this document
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