My First Car

Jose is Turning Forty

At some point, you start to see your life as a series of cars, unless you are blessed to live in a mass transit mecca like Boston or NYC. But growing up on Long Island, having a car was a must, even though I never had my own until I was 19. Between having two older sisters with cars as well as two parents with cars, I was rarely at a loss for a ride or a vehicle to borrow once I got my driver’s license. And unlike my sisters and a lot of kids I went to high school with, I had to wait for my own car.

I also had to be able to work enough to earn one. I worked from time to time through out high school, but my studies always took precedence. Then came 1993. It was the summer after my freshman year at Harvard…

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