The Daddy Date

By the old DodgeSometimes I walked the distance home from school: a couple blocks through the neighborhood, through town, taking daring shortcuts through back alleys, behind stores, then past the local park at the edge of town.  The final trek found me balancing the rails along the lonesome railroad tracks that ran alongside Route 212 where bums were whispered to reside. My route ended up on the outskirts of town on the main highway.

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