I remember my Driver's Education teacher very well. Mr. Mapes was his name. He wore glasses and had gray hair. I know why he had gray hair. And why mine is getting more gray with each passing day.
Mr. Mapes was always calm. He used to make me pull into the Sheetz gas station, where he would enter the store. He always returned with the daily newspaper, and a cup of coffee. With no lid. He was a brave man. Much braver than I am.
Mac has been driving solo for several months. Last week, I had a doctors appointment that Verne was going to take me to. Since he was running late, Mac offered to drive me to meet his dad. He did a great job. I marvelled at how far he had come since I was teaching him. (Good thing since he has his license!)