The air in the Riverside Harley-Davidson service department was thick with the familiar, comforting scent of oil, rubber, and hot metal. I was there for a routine pickup—new brake pads for my Electra Glide, a machine that had been a more constant companion than most people in my sixty-four years. As I signed the paperwork, […]
My Mother Excluded Me From Christmas Because My Life Embarrassed Her — Then My Face Appeared on the Screens at the Children’s Hope Gala
