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The day I turned 16, my parents took me to the driver’s license office to take the test.
I had studied the book a lot, had practiced driving on country roads, and was confident I would pass. I didn’t.

It’s the “tweener” season at our house. Yes, I know “tweener” isn’t a real word; I knew that even before Microsoft Word put the red line under it on my computer screen.

It sat on the closet shelf for nearly 50 years. I didn’t use it, but because it was something I had when I was growing up, I never wanted to give it away, either.

We watched the big game last weekend. Well, actually I watched the big game.
Jenny started out watching it with me, but she kept nodding off. I had to nudge her a few times so she could watch the replays of the most exciting parts.