I pulled into the grocery parking lot and found a space. A white-haired lady was sitting in the car next to me, the engine idling. She had her stereo cranked up good and loud and I recognized the last bit of “Born to Run.” The song ended, she turned off the car and got out. She smiled and gave me a snappy nod. I thought to myself, “Yeah, tramps like us, baby.”
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