I was 16 then. A few years later I taught this same sister how to drive. Not sure what made me think I was qualified to be a driving instructor but I did have my license so there is that. Judy was married at the time and even had kids but thank goodness they were in school when we took our jaunts. She had tried to learn to drive before but I think she said that whoever tried to teach her made her nervous. We know I am an extremely calm person so I told her I'd take a shot at it. Anyway, with a few near misses in three point turns (actually I think she hit a pole) and parallel parking, Judy did in fact get her license. To celebrate the one year anniversary of that life changing event, I made this keepsake for her:
I realize now that this was my first mini-album! Obviously it is a little worse for wear but given the fact that it is 44 years old, I think it is in pretty good shape. I really appreciate the fact that my sister held onto it for so long. She recently gave it to me and I will put it in the collection with the newspapers and short stories I used to write. You never know, when I become famous someone might want these collectibles! It could happen.
