Learner's Permit

Before summer ends, I’m determined that Dan will get his G1 license. His learning to drive is a completely different process from what I experienced as a kid tootling around the wilds of Pike Creek. The main difference being that there were wilds around which to tootle: Empty Sunday parking lots, gravelly concession roads where the only oncoming traffic was Cada’s tractor or a school bus full of Protestants. I suppose he can drive around Parkdale late at night, merging with taxis and breaking carefully for crack whores, but it doesn’t have the same John Cougar Mellencampy feel to it.