Driving to Uncle Stevie’s 50th Birthday party.
I got my driver’s license within days of turning 16. My Dad had given Mo, then me also, the little red Datsun 510 station wagon. Starting that summer I drove and drove and drove. I drove alone, I drove with my sister, I drove with Nils and Myra and Krista and Liesel. North Bend was the furthest I could go on a weekday after school and still get home for dinner.