Memories of Hall and Oates CD

(re-run) I drove down the highway, Abandoned Luncheonette playing on the CD player (my car is 9 years old).  I was belting the words, watching out for weavers, the cars that go in and out of traffic, scaring the wits out of those of us going at a steady speed in a single lane. It… Continue reading Memories of Hall and Oates CD

Learning To Trust in a World of Betrayal

Back in the 80s when I was a young school teacher in a small town, things were black and white.  People were church-going farmers, and you’d better not be sleeping with your boyfriend when he came to town and stayed overnight. We learned to park our company’s vehicles behind the barn. My classroom was the… Continue reading Learning To Trust in a World of Betrayal

Memories of Hall and Oates CD

I drove down the highway, Abandoned Luncheonette playing on the CD player (my car is 9 years old).  I was belting the words, watching out for weavers, the cars that go in and out of traffic, scaring the wits out of those of us going at a steady speed in a single lane. It occurred… Continue reading Memories of Hall and Oates CD