I recently crossed another one of those landmarks that make you pause and consider your age and life. My youngest daughter just got her learner’s permit. There’s something about seeing your youngest, behind the wheel, that is kind of bittersweet. After 15 and one-half years of me driving her around, she’s now eager to get behind the wheel and relegate me to the passenger seat…anxiously stomping away at an imaginary brake pedal that doesn’t exist. Thought it seems like eons…
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