I Suspect I Might be a Piece of Work
I had a dream a few nights ago that went something like this: I was at my parents’ place and getting ready to drive into town to see a beau. I was driving a bright yellow, early 1970s Mercury Cougar that was all pimped out. It even had two steering wheels. I was flummoxed, though. Would he like me better if I drove with the wheel on the passenger’s side or the driver’s?

