driver's license

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Today, my younger son gets his driver's license. There is a small test and then, voila!, he can do his own damned driving here and there.

On the one hand, I am happy for him -- a milestone, a marker.

On another hand, I am happy for me -- no more money paid to a driving school mandated by the state ... when I already know he can drive well because I taught him.

On still another hand, it is a time between yesterday and tomorrow -- a growing-up and grown-up time, when, in my mind, he still fits -- even at 6'2" and 200-plus pounds -- in the crook of my arm.

Who can do better than Dylan Thomas? "Time passes. Listen! Time passes."
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