They Laughed At Me For Parking Cars—Then My Driver Arrived

people couldn’t begin to comprehend.

The Subaru sat in long-term storage while I lived aboard a ship that could launch fighter jets every ninety seconds if the situation demanded it.

And the reason I was sitting in my sparse apartment at two-thirty on a Thursday afternoon in civilian clothes—jeans and a faded Navy t-shirt I’d gotten at some long-forgotten continue reading …