posted by david giacalone @ 10:05 AM
my youngest daughter, during a lesson on how-to-change-a-flat for driver's education, handed the instructor her triple-A card. Luckily, he was amused.
My kind of gal. Forty years ago, my driver's ed teacher was not amused when I knocked down all of the practice orange cones (representing the back bumper of one car and the front bumper of the other) during my first parallel parking attempt. I had to get a lot better when I moved to D.C.
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david giacalone ("dagosan") looks at the foibles and ironies of the human condition, using poems structured like haiku but called "senryu", and with an occasional photo "haiga" (an image with a linked poem).
. haiku advocate trying to keep a Beginner's Mind ... former lawyer-mediator...... editor of f/k/a weblog ... Born 1949, but a few body parts occasionally feel much younger.. . . a/k/a dagosan
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