editor's note
AS THE CALENDAR TRANSITIONS FROM WINTER INTO SPRING, SO MY FAMILY IS MOVING INTO A NEW SEASON. My middle son is transitioning from boyhood into manhood with a traditional rite of passage— learning to drive. Every weekend afternoon since he earned his permit, we’ve been practicing. Parallel parking, three-point turns, and downshifting have all been demonstrated. Safe lane changes, turn signals, and refueling have been reviewed. We’ve even taught him how to use a stick shift. And yet—no license. Let me remind you: this is not our first rodeo. We shepherded our first two offspring through this treacherous phase with minimal dents and dings. Sure, we lost a bumper or two with my eldest son, and learned the versatility of duct tape repairs with his sister, so we should be (emphasis…