It was a wet, dreary, and “chilly enough for a sweater, but not quite cold enough for a winter coat” day in Columbus, Ohio. I was 20 years old at the time and had just returned home from Miami, Florida. We jumped in my mother’s rusty, old, 1977 sky-blue, Ford Granada. I remember it taking a bit of strength to open the long, heavy car doors as they were made…
Adventures of a Half-Breed