Nancy Roman

Tag Archives: Driving

Let’s Do It In The Road

Not literally of course. But this week, I read yet another article about things you should not do in public. Obvious stuff – like texting in a restaurant, letting your kids run wild in the grocery store, talking loudly at the movies. I agreed with everything on the list. But I thought it was a …

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Guilt-Gone Girl

Because I decided I would no longer drive in bad weather, I have essentially been a shut-in here in Connecticut for the last four weeks. And that means I did not get to the store to buy a Valentine’s Day card. I did have some chocolate-covered strawberries delivered, but I thought for sure I would …

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New Rules For 64

I recently read an article about the positive aspects of being over 50. Actually, I read one of those about every week. It’s a pretty common topic on the internet, now that the internet population is aging – rapidly, I might add. (except for me, of course.) Anyhow, I felt the need to make a …

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Who Me, Officer?

As I was driving home from Mom’s a few days ago, I rounded a curve and saw that some poor schmuck had been pulled over by a cop. Probably speeding, and although I felt sympathy for the hapless driver – (I’ve always loved that word -‘hapless’- who is that guy, and why has he no …

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I Worry.

I am not a worrier. In fact, my husband says I have no concept of the countless dangers that are lurking out there, just waiting for me. If only I knew, I could be prepared. He prepares me every time I leave the house. And yet, despite all the warnings, I insist upon leaving the …

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Driving Me Crazy

I love to go for a drive. But I don’t love being the driver. I like being the passenger. (In the front seat of course. I’m not that crazy about throwing up.) I like when my husband drives and I can: – File my nails – Check my email – Write a blog in my …

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Riding In The Car With Daddy

When I was a kid, my father liked to take us all for a ride in the car. Gas was cheap then. We’d drive up to the airport and watch the planes take off. That was exciting in the fifties. None of us thought we would ever get in one. Sometimes we’d go out after …

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