Little Red Corvette
I wasn’t actually driving a little red corvette; it was a silver BMW. But Prince’s song was going through my head as I found myself shushing through the curves along the back roads to Vermont just a little too fast. I was taking a friend of mine to the hospital for day surgery, and, knowing how much I enjoyed a good car, she’d volunteered hers for the drive. Since it’s been a few decades since I’ve had a manual shift … Read More

