To the toad who drove by and honked as I was sitting on the South Street offramp with my hazards on: Do you think your impatient honking will magically bring my car to life so I can drive out of your way? And to Darrell, who got out of his car and helped me push: You, my friend, are what the world needs more of. You called me brother, and you are absolutely right: I'm a white guy broken down in Lakewood, and you're the black guy who helped me out. We ARE brothers. Peace be with you!
