Cars kill. [CC Heth AR]. When I was young, “going to town” is what we in the foothills of Appalachia considered an awfully big deal. We'd all get quite excited, drest in clean and un-torn clothes (there weren't many of these), put on shoes, and pile into … After all the excitement and possibility and hope the trip inspired, there was this collective moment of despair when it was finally declared that “we ain't goin' nowhere” and our parents would get out of the car and argue. …

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