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Road Worthy: Reflections While Passing Through

It’s 8:30 in the morning. I’m sitting in McDonald’s on route 87 in Sloatsburg, NY.  When I was a child, whenever we passed here on the Thruway, my father would say that everyone in Sloatsburg had an extra digit on each hand. … Continue reading

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