I eased the car to a stop at one of the many lights between our house and the gym. My youngest two children were strapped in their carseasts, which we have the luxury of placing in separate rows. It was not an extraordinary moment, but it was a peaceful one.
Then, a white truck with a rack pulled up in the lane to our left. Strapped to the rack with zip-…
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