My brother's name in the local newspaper for deserving recognition of twenty-five years of safe driving for UPS. But just maybe (as a radio voice once said: "for the rest of the story") they should have dug a little deeper into his early underage teen years when without my knowledge, he had a copy of my key made and went joy riding one night at 2:00am with my car, ended up being chased by the police and crashed into a tree.
And I'm pretty semi-sure that if brought up with my siblings, no one would recall this little historical instance (due to selective memory) except for I.
Not that I'm still bitter or anything about something that took place forty years ago. I had my own fifteen minutes of newspaper fame long ago (including laughable embarrassing photo wearing later half of the 1980's style lenses). But why couldn't he have made off instead with the family car, my dad's pickup truck or my sister's car? How was I going to cruise the gut without my car?
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