Many years ago my then husband when we were in the little kitchen one day of our tiny out-in-the-country cabin-like housing his job provided for us told me I needed to SLOW DOWN.

He was referring to my high-speed lifestyle. Later that day a police officer while I was driving turned on his uh-oh-I’m-in-trouble light and pulled me over. He graciously did not give me a speeding ticket. He kindly gave me a warning in writing to my recollection. I only remember two words. SLOW DOWN.

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