Folks, I've started contributing to a great site called The Nervous Breakdown, and this is my first story, an ode to Dad...
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Dad always loved taking the long way to wherever he was going. If there was a way to get to school, church, or the Little League baseball field that involved twisting and turning our way through the backroads of Raleigh until all us kids were turning green and ready to hurl, that was the route Dad preferred to take. Just like in that Robert Frost poem.
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