Lessons from My Father – The New Yorker

The white limousine was out of place on Magill Road. Except for prom nights and funerals, this wasn’t a limousine kind of street. It was suburban, on the fringe of the island of Swarthmore, in the sea of working-class Delaware County, the armpit of America, as my father called it. Looming over the modest three-bedroom Cape Cod house was the glowing white Mobil sign, the steady hum of traffic, motorcycle engines roaring, music pulsing from open windows as cars idled at red lights.

Read more at the source: Lessons from My Father – The New Yorker

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Author: conniejjasperson

Connie J. Jasperson lives in Olympia, Washington. A vegan, she and her husband share five children, a love of good food and great music. She is active in local writing groups, an editor for Myrddin Publishing Group, and is a writing coach. She is an active member of the both the Northwest Independent Writers Association and Pacific Northwest Writers Association, and is a founding member of Myrddin Publishing Group. Music and food dominate her waking moments. When not writing or blogging she can be found with her Kindle, reading avidly.

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