Veeder: Childhood homes bring back ghosts no matter how long we’re away
It’s just a ribbon of asphalt. Yellow lines swish and break, swish and break on the other side of the windshield in my dad’s little white Ford.
There was a time when pickups didn’t have back seats.
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