At sixty-five years old, I never imagined I would be standing in a bank fighting back tears.
Yet there I was.
An old plastic card clutched tightly in my hand.
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At sixty-five years old, I never imagined I would be standing in a bank fighting back tears.
Yet there I was.
An old plastic card clutched tightly in my hand.
For twenty-three years, I drove the highways most people barely noticed. I knew the forgotten exits, the empty stretches of pavement, and the lonely…