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Been There, Done That and Still Moving on but Much Slower
I suppose it could be said that I have a fetish for trees. At an early age, I used to climb trees, mesquite, live oak, pecan, you name it and I would climb them. I would climb barefooted and bare handed. I loved climbing trees. As I have reached the more mature years, I still loved trees and love to paint them. In the spring colors of vivid greens into fall with their lovely reds, browns and yellows, in whatever season.

Now I have reached a third stage, old age. I prefer not to call it "dotage", though some might think the term more appropriate. After all, I am now approaching NINETY. Now my fascination with trees and flowers have, at least in part, led to my crisis in my driving. Had I only settled with climbing or painting, I might have avoided my present dilemma. But now, I have been "cruising," that is driving slowly in my long wheelbase, four-wheel drive pickup, admiring the lovely trees and flowers in Comanche. Some unknown person has, I am sure with good reason, determined that I am a hazard to the general public and myself. Therefore, for the safety and well being of the general public and myself, I must take a full driver's course to determine weather or not I will be able to retain my license to drive.

If you will bear with me, I shall tell you from my benefit of trial and error, just what to do and what not to do when taking a driver's test. If my very efficient instructor and innocent civilians survive, the sequel to my dilemma will be printed in a future Chief issue.

Printed in The Comanche Chief newspaper, sometime before October 17, 2002