My father refused to teach my mother how to drive his car. He said it wasn’t ladylike in 1949; a woman driver was no better than a streetwalker. She was to take the bus and …
July 17, 2013
My father refused to teach my mother how to drive his car. He said it wasn’t ladylike in 1949; a woman driver was no better than a streetwalker. She was to take the bus and …
After the poetry reading, Bukowski was supposed to go to a Tea in his honor, yes, a Tea, and cookies, for Bukowski, sponsored by the good people of the nearby First Assimilationist Church, no, no …