I’d rather drive Roger Waters’ green Lamborghini,

or my better half’s silver Vette…& 55 is just fine, as

long as it’s around  tight  corners [recommended for 25]

Speaking of driving:  [yikes…sheez] m’ son took his road test

yesterday & is now licensed.  So there m’ bride & I were

last night, wigging-out a little, congratulatory too, certainly,

as he & his l’il brother left out to grab a bite & go see a movie. 

For those of you who already know this feeling, yikes…y’

coulda warned a guy. :O)  For those who are marking time

to that illustrious age of 16-17, …if you think turning 40

makes ya begin to feel old, …wait ‘till your li’l rugrat

drives off…down liberty’s road…to…wherever….

[not sure, but I think the midlife crisis is just ‘round the corner….]

Bummer though:  We were so freaking caught-up in his rite of passage that we never went inside to listen to TRIAGE on net.radio.  Had it on the calendar & everything. Wonder if it can be replayed by popular demand??