August 23rd, 2007

Dead Dog Cat

memories of Dad

Back when I was fifteen or sixteen, Dad tried (once, and only once) to teach me how to drive.

He had a convertible Buick Electra 225; big car, powerful engine, and a ragtop to boot.

One day, when we had stopped at the synagogue for Saturday morning services (did he need to pray to get the strength to let me have the keys?), he had me slide behind the wheel in his place.

However, the streets are somewhat narrow near there, especially as the school's cars for Driver's Training were much smaller; it meant that we were very limited in manueverability and he panicked as I oversteered.

I think we got about half a block.

Thereafter, it was years before I ever took him on a drive again.
Dead Dog Cat

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On the first flight of the morning, Ontario to Phoenix, I finished another book.

This one was a non-fiction work called By the Sword: A History of Gladiators, Musketeers, Samurai, Swashbucklers, and Olympic Champions. It's chock full of interesting pieces, material about dueling, swordmaking, and lots of other odd bits and pieces. I enjoyed it greatly, though it isn't a page-turner, in that it is a bit disjoint and has jarring shifts in focus. Still, I'd recommend it.