Backseat; or, Two Stories About Driving

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This fall Margaret started kindergarten at a school that requires uniforms. In fact, technically she started school in August at one school that requires uniforms and then switched in October to another school that requires slightly different uniforms. Her second day at the new school was also picture day, and she didn’t have the right navy blue polo shirt for the class photo, which meant after dinner I had to drive out to the only Target east of the 405 that stocked the right shirt in the right size.