they never would. and so those cars would just sit, day in and day out, until those owners spouses or sons or daughters or fathers or-mile-per-hour mothers claimed those cars and moved them. and tried to move on themself. i ve always wondereded what they thought as each turned a key in that car. if only dad had slept in that day. if only mom hadn t been in such a rush to get to work that day. if only we could wind the clock back on that day. i remember one teenage girl crying. she had been arguing with her father that morning and never said goodbye to him that day. all she remembered was dad s big chevy that she had wanted to borrow that night quiet will i backing out the driveway that morning. little did she know she would be the one picking up that car from a train station, a park lot there, weeks later, car still there, dad not. a teenager s world shattered, whole lives suddenly in park. the dads who would never return home to catch their kid s game.