My mother subjected me to several drive-bys that I still remember today.  Take a deep breath.  These were glockless affairs.  Acts of kindness that planted seeds of generosity in me when I was a pre-teen.  My mom pointed her finger in a come-hither motion and said, “Come ride off a piece with me.”  I obliged and took a seat in our green Chevy Impala with a book.  I loved the dust the Impala kicked up on the dirt roads in our community and was grateful to witness the area’s natural bea...


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