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What are you gonna say when
you hand over the keys to your
newly licensed teenaged driver and
allow him or her to venture out onto
the city streets or country roads alone?
You will have to say something.
“Drive carefully.” That’ll do.
Half a hundred years have
blown by since the summer day
in Baltimore when the DMV issued me
my first precious permanent permit to drive.
Half a hundred years, and what I knew then
remains inarguably clear: a newly licensed
teenaged driver will not hear or comprehend
a single word that Dad or Mom may say.
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