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July 26, 2013

SCHOLL: Something to talk about

When I first moved to Georgia over 20years ago, I was driving in Atlanta on Interstate 285. Dangerously, I cut in front of a truck, forgetting the right-hand mirror made cars look farther away than they really are. Promptly, there was a light in my rearview -- a blue, blue, blue light.

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