I hate to drive. It stresses me more than most anything. But on Long Island, you have no choice but to do it.
I'm a good driver, I just have fear.
When my Nanny passed away, I'd picture her in the back seat, watching over me.
When Bill passed away, I pictured him sitting next to her.
This morning, I had Aunt Angie in the passenger seat.
God, My car is full.
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Well, now you can drive in the car pooling lane ;)
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