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January 24, 2023


Don Z. Block

I don't think I have ever taught a student whose family did not own a car; when I tell them that mine, like yours, never owned one, they seem incredulous.

But I relied on the subway, the trolley, and then the bus. They were safe in the 50s. And they did get me where I wanted to go.

My early experiences with a car were hair raising; one time I spun around on the Schuylkill, lost control, and ended up on a shoulder facing traffic. Turning around was very dangerous.

In a parallel universe, I died young that night.

A car is not something to fall in love with. It is something to use only because you have to.

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