Kwame never cursed, slammed the steering wheel or even sighed. K-LOVE played on his radio, and he sat way back in his seat, casually humming to the radio when he knew the song.
“How long have you been doing this?” I asked as he zipped between cars approaching the Lincoln Tunnel.
“About five years. I love it.”
“How’s your blood pressure?”
“Fine. Fine. I just sit back and relax and drive. Pay attention,…
