Tuesday, February 23, 2010

No. 67 - JAMES

James (I hope I've remembered his name correctly) was my driving instructor. I'm sure Dad would say he is a very brave man.

Clearly driving is one of those things that we easily take for granted. I'm thankful to James for teaching me the skill and although I'm sure he wont ever be reading this he might like to know that I still have his voice in my ear every time I cross a railroad and parallel park. And no, I don't parallel park on the railroad!

2 comments:

  1. his car still has teeth marks in the dash from where he was hanging on

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  2. hahaha! funny! I dread the day when the girls want to drive.....

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