Just Ten More Minutes, Dad. Please.
It’s impossible to turn back the clock. I tried.
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2 min readAug 3, 2021
Last night I dreamed I was in Pittsburgh. It wasn’t for a vacation — I don’t know why I was there. All I knew is that I needed to get back home to Florida as soon as possible.
On the way to the airport, I was at the stop sign at the intersection of Wexford-Bayne & Rochester Roads. I saw the home I…