Let's back track to 1991 ...
I have just chosen my first Infinity; it's a black M30 coup with a rear spoiler, shiny chrome wheels (of course ... my sons make certain I know that the wheels make the car) and black leather interior ... sophistication written all over this beauty.
When I begin to drive the M30, youngest son, David, turns sixteen, and becomes the first person in our family to accept a hand-me-down car with a genuine smile. Why? Because he's pulling up to school in my six year old, white Chrysler Le Baron convertible with its grey and charcoal Mark Cross interior. I loved that convertible as much as Big Red.
Anyway, Barry, who just graduated from Tufts University in Boston, is law school bound in D.C., when Will decides it's time for eldest son to have a car on the east coast instead of continuing to rely on public transportation for another three years, which extends to four years when, after receiving his J.D., Barry decides to earn a masters in law at Georgetown.
Truthfully, I was not a happy camper while handing the keys to the Le Baron to David. Why? Because, having awakened after a crash in intensive care, experience suggests it's not safe for a brand new teen aged driver to tool around town in a topless car that does not remotely resemble a tank.
Finally, Will tires of watching his wife worriedly wringing her hands and decides to purchase a burgundy Nisson Pathfinder for youngest son, who is not overjoyed to find himself passing the keys of the Le Baron to eldest son, who can't wait to drive it, topless, cross country to D.C., proving, yet again, that conflict is synonymous with family life; however, conflict, discussed at dinner with a thoughtful sense of grace, does not necessarily cause harmony to come undone, over long. Why is that true? Read on, my friends, read on ...
At this point in time, our family owns Will's Q45, my M30, and that topless Le Baron. Upon purchasing the Pathfinder, Will tries to get our auto insurance at a fleet rate but no can do. Actually, all kidding aside ...
The man of the house does not pass the Le Baron's keys from youngest to eldest to pacify the little woman. In truth, life offers Will and David sound reason to consider safety first after Barry and Steven survive an accident, so serious as to result in a death ...
I have just chosen my first Infinity; it's a black M30 coup with a rear spoiler, shiny chrome wheels (of course ... my sons make certain I know that the wheels make the car) and black leather interior ... sophistication written all over this beauty.
When I begin to drive the M30, youngest son, David, turns sixteen, and becomes the first person in our family to accept a hand-me-down car with a genuine smile. Why? Because he's pulling up to school in my six year old, white Chrysler Le Baron convertible with its grey and charcoal Mark Cross interior. I loved that convertible as much as Big Red.
Anyway, Barry, who just graduated from Tufts University in Boston, is law school bound in D.C., when Will decides it's time for eldest son to have a car on the east coast instead of continuing to rely on public transportation for another three years, which extends to four years when, after receiving his J.D., Barry decides to earn a masters in law at Georgetown.
Truthfully, I was not a happy camper while handing the keys to the Le Baron to David. Why? Because, having awakened after a crash in intensive care, experience suggests it's not safe for a brand new teen aged driver to tool around town in a topless car that does not remotely resemble a tank.
Finally, Will tires of watching his wife worriedly wringing her hands and decides to purchase a burgundy Nisson Pathfinder for youngest son, who is not overjoyed to find himself passing the keys of the Le Baron to eldest son, who can't wait to drive it, topless, cross country to D.C., proving, yet again, that conflict is synonymous with family life; however, conflict, discussed at dinner with a thoughtful sense of grace, does not necessarily cause harmony to come undone, over long. Why is that true? Read on, my friends, read on ...
At this point in time, our family owns Will's Q45, my M30, and that topless Le Baron. Upon purchasing the Pathfinder, Will tries to get our auto insurance at a fleet rate but no can do. Actually, all kidding aside ...
The man of the house does not pass the Le Baron's keys from youngest to eldest to pacify the little woman. In truth, life offers Will and David sound reason to consider safety first after Barry and Steven survive an accident, so serious as to result in a death ...
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