As Amy, our son and I drove to the theater that night, Amy's cellphone rang.
Two weeks ago I drove to the store to rehire my old assistant, dressed in new a BlackBerry suit.
After finishing my Forbes magazine column yesterday, I drove to the Palo Alto airport and fired up the Cirrus.
While Springsteen was on the road, I drove to Colts Neck, where he and Patti live on a three-hundred-and-eighty-acre farm.
On a sunny Saturday this spring, I drove to Betterbee, an apiary-supply store in Greenwich, New York, about forty miles north of Albany.
Next I drove to my favorite Rollerblading location, listening en route to a stand-up comic, a mystery novel, and an Eckhart Tolle lecture.
One night after dinner I drove to the outskirts of town, where the old shopping center faced off against the new mall in a battle of slashed prices.
One Friday afternoon, I drove to an industrial park on the outskirts of Boston, where a rapidly growing data-analysis company called Verisk Health occupies a floor of a nondescript office complex.
Daniel ordered me enthusiastically in the car one afternoon as I drove him to soccer practice.
When I was at Yahoo, I actually drove to the Bay area because that was just 200 miles.
Jane Crawford: I quickly drove to Belle Haven, and police were still arriving.
During a break in the rehearsals for the 2012 tour, I drove up to northern Westchester, where Landau lives with his wife, Barbara.
"I drove up to the opening-night theater having just read the Los Angeles Times review, and I just wanted to get out of town, " Bacharach says.
Late that same afternoon, I drove down to the Long Island Sound area in our Connecticut town and could clearly see the smoke some 50 miles away.
From Knoxville, I flew to Phoenix and drove to Prescott to meet up with my wife and kids.
As he drove us to lunch and I drove us back, everything he'd told me about the skiff's getting close to the sea came into clear relief.
The next morning I drove it over to a local computer shop that I knew.
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"Once I drove ten hours to go pick up an order and then found out that it was coming the following week instead, " says Purkayastha.
On this Friday afternoon, I drove the copy to the typesetter.
So when I heard that Java, an Indonesian restaurant in Park Slope, Brooklyn, offered an Americanized version of the meal, I grabbed three friends and drove down to what I hoped was a trip back to my days in Amsterdam.
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One morning last fall, I drove north from Boston to the blustery coastal town of Ipswich.
The next morning I drove my sister home to New Jersey on another brilliantly sunny day, using the Tappan Zee Bridge.
Every Saturday morning, I drove with my grandfather to a one-story office building where I learned to type, file and take payments.
After I said my goodbyes, I drove a few blocks to Comerica, found a parking space on the street and mingled with the happy fans.
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My local grocery store has a few electric vehicle charging stations in the parking lot, so I drove my Volt over to check out the charging experience.
The day after Jerry died I drove the press car back to the city and to the garage.
Second date: I drove the Cherokee from Detroit to Brooklyn over the holidays through icy conditions and blustery snow.
With Cindy pointing out fire I pulled in all the power I had to pull and drove the cyclic forward.
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