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“I never knew about the Night Sweats,” Lane says. He feels like his car took over and drove him straight through death.
Some cars that check in at Sprint Towing’s storage yard at the dead end of St. Andrews Street South never leave. The stripped corpses of 1950s pickups, 1970s muscle cars, and a long discarded hearse park permanently.
Some really raw, gritty stories about families living and being raised in those junkyards on Beaver St. Poverty and shame but joy in living.