Fifteen Years After My Father Threw Me Out A Clerk Entered My Social Security Number And Froze

my date of birth, my address, the answers to a standard series of questions that I provided in the order she requested them. Then she asked for my Social Security number.

I recited it from memory. My mother had drilled it into me when I was young, repeating it until I could produce it on demand the way other children could produce phone numbers or continue reading …