A life without left turns By Michael Gartner
My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right.
I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.
"In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it."
At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in:
"Oh, bull!" she said. "He hit a horse."
"Well," my father said, "there was that, too."
http://www.usatoday.com/news/opinion/columnist/2006-06-15-gartner_x.htm
MissMarple
(9,656 posts)That was charming. I just checked in to DU for a quick moment and was so rewarded.
Swede
(33,282 posts)Pretty cool,isn't it?
grasswire
(50,130 posts)Frustratedlady
(16,254 posts)Mr. Gartner was a good looking man.
We have a lawyer in town that has walked many, many blocks to work each day for years. He always carried a cane. Snappy dresser and quick wit. He said he worked out his defenses during his walks. I imagine he's pushing 100 by now.
IADEMO2004
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(10,642 posts)K&R!