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God and Cadillacs

God and Cadillacs

I don’t know how old I was. I was more than 18 because I didn’t get my license until then, after the unfortunate garage door incident several years earlier. (Which I really shouldn’t have been blamed for, but that’s a story for another day.) At any rate, my license did not come with a new car so I was dependent on borrowing my father’s. Mom was an extremist about not letting me touch hers. It was an interesting philosophy given…

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