Who remembers?

We went to the site the driving school uses for practicing "maneuverability". In my day it was parallel parking. I taught both my daughters to parallel park. My sister taught them to drive. The local driving school taught Laura to drive.

Here we are lined up and ready to maneuver the automobile.

I glanced over, had a flash back to instilling "hand over hand, slide through, accelerate!" to counteract her innate inclination to exit a turn in the same way she entered it. "You can't do that with your hands!" flew out of my mouth.

"Oh, no! This is how not to overturn the wheel."

So, I zipped my lip. With apologies, Dad. Apparently straight wheels and the top and bottom of the steering wheel are no longer taught. As she reversed through the course, Laura did intone the cone that was her guide. Grandma, she didn't say nuthin'.

Modern driver's ed, like modern math, seems to be working. The driver executed the course three times, flawlessly. I was waiting.

There was a turkey vulture using up the wind currents over the parking lot. I could barely keep it in the screen, let alone pull it in. I had this one shot, way off.

As we left, I saw the vulture on the fence rail, behind the tree on the left, in the drive across the road. "Just creep up into that drive," I instructed, and the driver did. I got off one more shot!