Make the Left Turn -- Dianne Pearce
I am a new blogger here at Authors Electric (welcome, me!) and I was going over and over what to write to you for my first post. So, you should know a teensy bit about me, because why am I even here? One thing people find out about me fairly quickly is my tendency to be tangential. So let me tell you about my mother’s friend, Nancy. Nancy worked as a telephone operator (Directory Assistance 411 in the USA) in Upper Darby, right on the edge of Philadelphia, in Pennsylvania. Nancy was married to Bud, a blue collar guy. My mom was "from the 50s." Nancy was probably "from the 40s," so she'd never learned to drive. Bud would drive her to work, or my mom (also a telephone operator) would. But sometimes it just didn't work out, and, finally, Bud said Nancy had to learn how to drive. Nancy was in her mid-fifties then. And she did learn how to drive, but she was terrified of making left turns, so she only turned right, meaning that she’d drive a...