MY PERSONAL CHAUFFEUR
I think with the exception of one time I rode my bike to school in grade school, my dad was my personal chauffeur for my 13 years of grade school, junior high and high school. Every school morning for all that time. And he picked me up, too, except occasionally when I was older, I'd walk home after school. When I was younger, I'd sometimes walk to his shop downtown. ("C___ Radio Shop.")
That was the basic routine for 13 years. Plus any before/during that with my older brother. Around kindergarten and 1st grade, I remember Mom and Dad waiting about half a block south of the school. Then, as I got to the next grades, Dad would wait for me in the green van in the alley of that same block, across the street south of the school, as I came out a different door. Junior high (6th - 8th grades) was to the north,so that got switched to a whole different area. Then high school was a few blocks away to the northeast of that.
Later on, my best friend would often go with us after school, and we'd drop her off at the newspaper office, where her mom worked at the time. Her dad called us the "T____ Town Taxi."
I know one thing I remember really well, going to school one morning. We had had an ice storm overnight, so had a nice coating of slick stuff over everything. Dad and I approached Main Street from the south. It was slightly uphill, so Dad didn't dare stop, so he cautiously kept going, and turned left to go west down Main Street. Well, we continued down Main Street alright! That van did a loop-de-loop all the way around, and as we came back facing west again finally, Dad was able to straighten it out, and we went on our way as if nothing happened. I'm sure that would've been "hilarious" to see if anyone had been watching out their windows at the time.
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