Nov 162014
 

Aaron: “Dad, did you pass your driver’s license exam on your first try?”

Bo: “Yes, I did pass the first time I took it.”

Aaron: “Did you keep up with your examiner? Like, are you friends today?”

Bo: “Ummm…no.”

Aaron: “OK. It was just a thought I had.”

Isn’t it great what kids think sometimes?

I don’t remember my examiner’s sex, race, age, or anything else. I do remember that s/he didn’t ask me to parallel park, which kind of irritated me because I’d spent significant time and effort making sure I could do so on demand.

I took my exam in a silver 1984 Oldsmobile Delta 88. It was part of the small corporate fleet my dad was managing for his sales force at the time. It was mostly Oldsmobile 88s and 98s, with an occasional outlier like Gary’s Buick Electra coupe. (I got to drive that one to Panama City once to see my mom and sister when they lived down there. Moonroof. Killer stereo. Good times.)

celicaMy first daily driver was my dad’s 1979 Ford E-150 van. I kept gas in it and paid him a flat rate per mile to do everything else (maintenance, insurance, and so forth). Most of the time I’d fill it up with gas and buy a carton of cigarettes, and that’d be pretty much it until I got paid again. I had noticeably more discretionary income once I got my ’77 Celica, which got exactly twice the fuel mileage. That’s what I count as my real first car.

myversa2I guess Nathan’s first car might be the Technical Writing Express, which is my current daily driver. There’s never been a thing wrong with it apart from a flaky CD player, and it’s only got 85,000 miles on it right now. If I continue to accumulate mileage at the same rate and nothing bad happens to it, then Nate will turn 16 and slide into a nine-year-old Nissan compact with 125,000 miles on it. That sounds about right, doesn’t it?

 Posted by at 4:52 pm
Nov 142014
 

I’m all over the series of tubes today!

Enjoy, and I hope you have a marvelous weekend. Stay warm. Roll Tide.

 Posted by at 7:53 am
Nov 052014
 

I remember walking through the terminal at Huntsville International Airport after returning from this trip and spotting Lea and Aaron. As soon as Aaron, 3, saw me, he pointed, smiled, and started jumping up and down. I’ll never forget the sight as long as I live. I’m tearing up thinking about it. The four of [...]

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Oct 312014
 

My mother: Ordered mustard, pickle, and onion on her hamburger without exception. (So she loved Krystals.) Was a stewardess for Northwest Airlines and living in Minnesota when she and Dad married. Liked and introduced me to peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches. Was addicted to, at one time or another, NyQuil and Neo-Synephrine. Loved the ritual [...]

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