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

me. That is the most accurate and least dramatic way to say it. They had looked at everything they knew about me and concluded that I would absorb this the way I had absorbed other things, quietly, and continue. They were wrong.

I still drive it on Sunday mornings, when the roads near the storage facility are quiet and the air is cool enough to justify continue reading …