michael gartner | a life without left turns

whippet_ads-228dz07z.jpgMy father never drove a car. Well, that’s not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet. “In those days,” he told me when he was in his 90s, “to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it.” At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: “Oh, bull–!” she said. “He hit a horse.” “Well,” my father said, “there was that, too.” Continue reading michael gartner | a life without left turns