My Folks, My Illegal Car, and the Salvadoran Police

Published on Salon.

“You’d just better make sure you know how to say ‘You are not taking my daughter’s car away from her!’ in Spanish,” my mother quipped to my father.

In the rearview mirror I squinted at my folks and the rest of my family — my brother Clayton, my sister Stephanie, and my best friend Laura — all packed in with their luggage. I was driving them to the beach — in my illegal Volvo…

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