Uncle Dale knew what I needed
Aug 28, 2019
2 minutes
I was 15, and I needed to work on cars – but I didn’t know it.
Half a year earlier, my family had moved to Williamsburg, Virginia, from my lifelong home in Richmond. I still hadn’t connected to the new area or to nearly all my mother’s family in the city: grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and more cousins. My parents’ ongoing and ugly divorce had left me between
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