Commentary
April 14, 2022
Anxious Anger
I was working at a Texaco gas station on weekends. The station was across town, maybe five or six miles from home. I was 16-years-old. It was Sunday. After morning church, my parents had headed out to visit my youngest married sister. She lived about 50 miles away. My parents assured me they would be home before I had to leave for work, which started at 6 p.m.