The Driving Range
I The first thing you learn about Detroit in 1948 is that the rain never stops — it just changes direction. Some days it comes down from the sky. Some days it comes up from the river, rising off the water like breath from a dying man's mouth. I learned this in a job that promised steady work and steady pay and delivered neither. I was an instructor at a driving school owned by a man who...
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