My mother has been in Ashland since October. Since she had lived in Southern California for the last fifty years, she has found the weather here "fascinating." A bitter February--the ten inch snow fall was pretty to her; took photographs to send to her friends in the heat--was preceded by a milder than normal December and January. Yesterday it was fifty while today it is thirty. We had two inches of snow. All this is important to mention because I have been doing more driving than normal (never mind the cigar smoking) taking my mother here and there. I don’t want her driving in this muck. Sometimes there are bad consequences to good intentions: I have received two citations (both from Highway patrol guys, just on the outskirts of town) since she has been here. She was in the car both times: the first was for no seatbelt, the second was for doing thirty in a school zone (the limit is twenty). I’m not saying it’s my mother’s fault, all I’m saying is that I am paying attention to my mother even while I’m driving; more attention than I should, maybe. So stop calling me (and laughing!) every time my name appears in the the police blotter, please. I get it and my mother gets it. She paid for both tickets.
Hmm...first smoking, then motorcycles, and now brushes with the law. Peter, please tell me that Ashland has no pool hall!
Imagine that? Getting busted for no seat-belt...
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. - Shakespeare (Hamlet.
My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. - Mark Twain
(Hit the wrong button on the last post)
Dr. Schramm, I think you may be making a bad impression on your son. :p
But I know how driving with a mother is distracting. I drove from Los Angeles to Cleveland once, my mother in the passenger seat, and it was probably some of the worst driving Ive had to do.