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Living in Tacoma and other more urban areas of the world, I’ve grown accustomed to thinking of drives as near instantaneous endeavors. But back when I didn’t know of such places, drives were usually long, with entire days planned around a trip into town. More often than not these drives were silent and what little conversation there was centered around current events and who was sick or on the mend. We had been driving for awhile. Some errand had led us to Huntsville and we were on our way back home down a long stretch of Pulaski Pike in northern Alabama. My father drove his blue Ford pickup that had once taken my siblings and me a

Submitted on behalf of my friend Ruthefurd Bummage. Greetings once again faithful readers; I must dispense with normal pleasantries as brevity is of the utmost importance in today’s writing. In a typical written piece I would spend the first several paragraphs expounding on basic salutations and witty anecdotal musings.  Sadly the issue of which I speak about in this one leaves no room for banal chit-chat as I will be discussing a genuine tragedy. Be warned this editorial is not for the faint of heart and will cause some of you to react in a negative and possibly extreme manner. Now you might think that such a topic would require or dem