Learning to Drive
After hanging out in Westwood, Ken Cato was the driver, and he'd regularly have to drive a bunch of us home.
I was the farthest away and often last. It was normal for Ken to pull over to the side of the road, get in the back seat, and get me or Jennifer Kenworth to start driving.
My mother was always a bit curious as to how I did so well once she let me behind the wheel.