I remember when my mother learned to drive in the late 1960s-- taking lessons from a driving school and supplementing those lessons with her brother, Arthur Brown. She was never a long-distance driver and she wasn't a jump-in-the-car-and-just-drive kind of driver. Her trips always had purpose. However, I think the most joy she got from driving was errands such as picking up my daughter from school, taking her to the library, Girl Scout meetings, and anything to do with being a doting grandmother while I was working.
Mommy sold her last car this month -- a sports car that she inherited from the estate of her oldest son and my brother, Flick. When he purchased the car, his colleagues teased that he was going through a mid-life crisis. I found it amusing that in her time owning it, the car sported a handicap license plate and she told me that people were always surprised went she got out the driver's side. She's a true polyester-dressed little old lady -- 5 feet nothing and thin.
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