Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
“I have such bad memories, sitting in the back of a classroom, being told, you know, everybody is going to read a paragraph, and skipping ahead to my paragraph and being mortified and trying to read it enough times so that I wouldn't stutter and stammer, getting called on, even in high school.”