The Brake-down lane
March 9th 2017 The sun rose on Fred this AM amid the trash, mud, and dust of the third world-like expanse of White's City. We were certainly ready to make this place a memory. While I noodled around on my laptop, Cathy fired up the Dodge and ran it around to hook it up. She said later that the brakes felt "weird" but she said nothing to me. I backed up the last few feet to align with the hitch, and I noticed not
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