Wondering what my dad would say if I told him I posted pictures of him on the internet on his birthday. He’d be amused, I think. “Drive the road,” he told me when I got my learner’s permit. The first time I drove on a highway was in his car, and I almost merged into a red Jeep that had been in my blind spot. I overcorrected, then overcorrected the overcorrection, and we spun out of control, doing a 360 in the middle of the highway. We ended up facing the right way again after hitting the guard rail in the breakdown lane. He asked me if I was all right, and I said yes, and I asked him the same thing, and he also said yes. I’d crushed a taillight and knocked a tire off, but we put it back on, and when we were ready to go, he asked me if I wanted to keep driving, using that falling-off-the-horse (and getting back on again) thing, but I was like helllll no.