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Fender Bender by (1 Story)

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Not quite a road rage tale,  but one that could have been! When my husband turned 60 he bought himself a birthday present – a light green Ford Thunderbird convertible.  Needless to say he loves that car,  and although I’d always thought of cars as basic transportation,  I must confess I love that T-bird too!…
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Road Rage At Any Age by (3 Stories)

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But road rage has a way of sneaking up on you, and you’re embroiled in it before you have time to actually think.
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Parking Rage and Road Kindness by
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My nephew, a New York actor who is currently appearing in Fiddler on the Roof in Yiddish, recently posted this story on his facebook page. I loved it so much that I wanted to share it here. With his permission, I am reprinting it exactly as he wrote it, along with one of his photos…
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You Need to Calm Down by
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At first I couldn’t think of any experience that would rise to the level of road rage. Annoyance with another driver who did something stupid, sure. Maybe a little cursing under my breath, or an occasional blast on my rather wimpy horn. But nothing that I would really call rage. I joked that I was…
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Ten Miles in Ninety Minutes by
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Route 101 looked like something out of a Mad Max movie ...
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My Micro-Road Rage by
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September is National Courtesy Month, so I am making an extra effort to stay calm and be a polite driver. Just wish others would do the same.
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Dirt Road Rage by
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(Old Albany Post Road) is a dirt road and will forever be that way. There is an Old Road Society in town, and members are militant. Old Albany is their prized project.
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He Was the Egg Man by
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Throughout my childhood, Grampa Mike was always there : birthdays, holidays, ordinary days...and he used to show up with a flat of eggs and maybe some roses that were a little past their prime.
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Aunt-Blanche-Uncle-Ernie-and-Carla by (3 Stories)

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I know this house by heart. It’s actually more of a bungalow, with whitish exterior stucco walls and a brick-red tile roof. It sits at the front of a small courtyard, and I am often brought onto the little front porch where I sit in my wooden high chair and watch the world go by.
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Who Knew Kindergarten was So Hard? by (1 Story)

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Written in response to Shy Little Girl
I’m 66, so why do I still have so many vivid memories of Kindergarten? I remember things like wetting my pants because I was too afraid to leave my seat without permission. I remember a couple sympathetic room mothers offering me a Halloween costume since my mom hadn’t arranged for one. Being proud, stubborn and…
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