Aunt Mary Helen died this week, renewing a vivid memory from the past. Late, on July 17, 2003, in the Kan sas City rental car line, I was a bit amu s e d to learn that my driver’s license had expired 364 days ago and a bit amazed to think that, only a few weeks earlier, I had flown to South Carolina and back with nobody alerting me of my expired status.I called my aunt, and she came ov...
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