The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

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By the time Marcus was ten years old, we had twenty trucks rolling across American highways. By the time he was twenty, we had a hundred.

He grew up in the business the way some kids grow up in family restaurants or corner stores. Spent his summers in the yard, learning to change oil and fix engines and check tire pressure. Did his high continue reading …