A Bad Hair Day – Part III

Continued from “A Bad Hair Day – Part II”      A full six minutes later, he returned with my license and registration.  “Okay, Mrs. Lofaro, consider this a warning. Slow down…and…good luck with your hair.” I thanked him...

Nothing but the Truth, Part I

It was the fall of 1975 and I was a happy college freshman. Two months into the first semester, I was happy about my courses, my professors, my decision to be a high school English teacher, my new friends, and my all girls dorm. I was happy about my diet of subs,...