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\nMan in blue.<\/p>\n
\nMan in blue.<\/p>\n
Dear Matthew,<\/p>\n
It\u00c3\u00ads my fault. No, really, it is. <\/p>\n
Do you remember sitting in mom\u00c3\u00ads car waiting for that two hundred and fifty pound trooper with his crewcut, and face hacked out of granite? The guy who barely fit in the passenger\u00c3\u00ads seat. And do you remember all of my helpful questions to prepare you for your driving test?<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acMatt, how far from a stop sign are you legally required to stop?\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acShuutup, you\u00c3\u00adre freaking me out!\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acMatt, how far from an intersection should you engage your turn signals?\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acShuutup, you\u00c3\u00adre freaking me out. Don\u00c3\u00adt ask me questions you don\u00c3\u00adt have the answers to.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acShouldn\u00c3\u00adt you know the answers?\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acI\u00c3\u00adll tell you how many. It\u00c3\u00ads, shuuttt the hell up, number of feet. That\u00c3\u00ads how many.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
If mom had taken you for your driver\u00c3\u00ads test, she\u00c3\u00add have left the teasing at home, and asked sensible questions. As I should have. She would have asked you what your friends had problems with, and you certainly would have remembered that Julie, too, drove right through that tricky red light. The one without an intersection, the one thirty feet before the red light, with a very busy intersection. <\/p>\n
Not passing that test is a blip, but what is not a blip is the respect your adult friends (you know the list, we had dinner with most of them last night) have for you. Those that love and know you best, were flabbergasted that you came home without your license. Had I claimed the earth\u00c3\u00ads magnetic poles flipped, they would have said, \u00c3\u00acOkay.\u00c3\u00ae But no one could believe that you didn\u00c3\u00adt pass it. Like it or not, you got a rep, boy. <\/p>\n
Love, <\/p>\n
Dad<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Man in blue. Dear Matthew, It\u00c3\u00ads my fault. No, really, it is. Do you remember sitting in mom\u00c3\u00ads car waiting for that two hundred and fifty pound trooper with his crewcut, and face hacked out of granite? The guy who … Continue reading