Mom lives in the boonies of northern Delaware so I’m always the last stop on the airport shuttle from Philadelphia. This time, though, Mom arranged something very cool for me: a private shuttle, which took half an hour instead of two. Here’s my driver with my name on a sign. As we wound along narrow, dark Pennsylvania back roads I regaled him with tales of these same roads during my reckless youth, when we’d blast […]
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