I Came Home From Overseas Expecting to See My 1969 Corvette Waiting

version of this conversation I had been having my entire life, in my head, in letters I never sent, in the long quiet hours of deployment, that my body didn’t know what other signal to produce.

That car had not been bought with money alone. It had been bought with nights on my back in a tent listening to distant sounds that might or might not require continue reading …