The phone rings.
– Hello? Hello?
He puts on speakerphone.
– Frank! I was wondering if you were still alive.
– Are you still driving, Frank?
Straight to the point.
– I just turned mine in. I’ve got memory loss now, you see.
At Dad’s age, you get a letter in the mail asking for a doctor’s note. Dad got a second letter directing him to take a simulated driver’s test.
– I passed the test.
Actually, he didn’t pass and he didn’t fail. He was issued an obligatory road test.
– Close your eyes and goose it.
I’m waiting for oncoming traffic to pass on the Pat Bay Hwy so I can turn left.
When we arrived at the office for his road test, I opened the door and he said,
– Screw it. I don’t need it anymore.
– I’ve been driving since I was 16. I had a good run.
He says to Frank.
– I turned it in before it becomes a problem. My daughter takes me where I need to go.
Dad no longer drives to church, the local grocery store or the ferry to pick me up from Vancouver. We’re making it work.
– Home James and don’t spare the horses.
He says when he’s ready for a nap.