From the Archives: Mother’s Day (1994)
By Marsha Turner Brown The cruiser was backed into a space beside the Kentucky Fried Chicken. Blissfully unaware, I sped by him at 20 miles above the limit. He pulled behind me at the first caution light; I was driving through the second signal when he put on his siren. Pulling to the curb I readied for the drill: name, number, state of sobriety and registration. In the moment it took to review my license, the trooper smelled a rat, or as I would shortly discover, a […]
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