We Hear What We Want to Hear

At the southwest corner of Matheson and Goodwin Street, there was once a lone cabbage palm next to the road.  It is gone now, a victim of my first auto accident.  It was 1962 and I was eight years old… a little young to be driving around, but there is family tradition involved.

My father was twelve years old when, due to his father’s death, he was left with the responsibility of driving his mother around in a Model A truck.  The authorities realized that an unlicensed 12 year old could not be allowed to operate a vehicle, so they promptly gave him a driver’s license.  Problem solved. Continue reading