tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047464.post110703312363892557..comments2023-09-23T08:41:07.150-07:00Comments on It ain't the mustard you have to cut . . .: More about war than ...rhbeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16796598147204130444noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047464.post-1109865782242514982005-03-03T08:03:00.000-08:002005-03-03T08:03:00.000-08:00Well, about that. The first time my Dad let me dr...Well, about that. The first time my Dad let me drive the family car alone I was tooling along heading back home when I decided that what would really look cool would if I took off my sun glasses and hooked them over the sun visor. Suddenly I was startled by the loud honking of a car horn. As I jerked my eyes down to see what was so urgent, I could see that I had inadvertently headed myself and my Dad's new chrysler right towards the drainage ditch that flanked the road. I reacted immediately to turn the wheel get back on the road. So much for being cool . . .rhbeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16796598147204130444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047464.post-1109788134283366642005-03-02T10:28:00.000-08:002005-03-02T10:28:00.000-08:00cool -- I would have loved learning how to drive a...cool -- I would have loved learning how to drive at 13. Of course, I definitely would have crashed into something...Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04384668229076824929noreply@blogger.com