I have fond memories of Daddy teaching me to drive. We would spend Saturday and Sunday afternoons practicing in the Sprayberry High School parking lot in his Chevrolet Impala. I remember how patient he was with me. His favorite line was, "It doesn't matter how well you drive, you still have to watch out for the other drivers". I specifically remember a time when he let me drive home on Sandy Plains Road when I was only 14. His only request was that I did not tell momma. Well, big mouth Dwayne couldn't wait to tell momma right when I got home.I really thought this would end my driving lessons for good. I should have known that Daddy wouldn't stay mad long. We were back driving the next weekend, but this did end my illegal runs down Sandy Plains Road. I always loved my Dad for teaching me to drive! Some say the lessons must not have been real good based on my driving skills, but I won't blame Daddy for that. I am really going to miss my Dad.