Johnny Driver

My back has always had problems ever since I was young. In those days fresh out of college I started out as a beat reporter at a 2-bit, mid-level paper with a heart full of gasoline and a head full of dreams. My father was a canner, God rest his soul, but he hated it. You’d never know by seeing the way he looked at my mother though. When he was with her all of life stood still between them. And when they would whisper to each other in the kitchen it was like the ground around our house became holy. We would lower our voices and walk with reverence. As for me? Any dame would do as long as they weren’t getting in the way of my climb to the top. Anyway, I lifted a lawnmower wrong and the Doc fixed me right up.

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