Monday, July 6, 2020

The end of the trail.

Eighty years ago. I was 15. I bought a car and started driving. No license!



That was the start of my driving. I have had a wonderful eighty years driving. I like to drive. After eighty years I have been grounded. Let me tell you how traumatic an experience it is to stop driving after 80 years. You feel like a prisoner. I can not tell you of the hours of anguish I spent over the end of my driving days. Sleepless nights! I can not hop in the car and go to Taco Bell, barbers, or anywhere,  on the spur of the moment. I do have drivers however. They are nice. Thank goodness. I ride a lot as a passenger. I enjoy being a passenger. I have had an offer for a chauffeur to California!

I will get used to this new life. It has advantages. I get to look around and see the country as we drive along. I get dropped off at the store door often. And picked up.


2 comments:

  1. 80 years of driving...wow.
    We really love these posts with glimpses of your very interesting life.
    Thanks

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  2. Well... just wondering how you're adjusting to your new lifestyle? And new location?
    I'm sure you miss the koi pond and gazebo, but now you have a lake!!

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