Mom’s friend Stories

It was August 1985, and I finally turned sixteen. I had my friend group's last birthday and was the last guy to get his driver's license. All my friends had been driving for months—rolling up to school in rattling hatchbacks and their parents' station wagons, windows down, blasting Bon Jovi like they owned the road. Me? I was still getting dropped off by my mom and pretending not to care. But I did care. Now I was finally...