Well, maybe not a brush, but, we were in the same vicinity.

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Friday night, I drove my daughter to her Eighth Grade Dance.  I was ready to go at the appointed time that she appointed via text earlier that evening.  We hopped in the car and took off.  She sat in front.  I was honored: I was taking her somewhere her friends would be, and she was allowing me to be seen with her.

A few blocks before P Road and R Road, I remembered seeing her ticket on the desk while I checked email. Continue reading →