Just Take Away the Keys
7 min readJul 13, 2022
A year ago today I was on my bike, out for a short shopping trip before lunch. I was heading north on a designated bike path. The driver, a 94-year-old woman in a 15-year-old Camray, was heading south. I’ll give her a name: Rose Mae. That’s not her real name, but it’s a name for a sweet old lady, and that’s what she is. That’s a fact that figures prominently into all that follows.