Thirty years ago, if I had tried to write a column like this, I would have been labeled a “young whippersnapper” or worse.
But now that I’m older and it could affect me in the not-too-distant future, it’s a question that has to be asked:
When is a person too old to drive?
I have some personal experience in this. When my mother died in 1997, my dad was 81.
When we got to Ocala, there were funeral arrangements to be made, so we got in dad’s car (at his insistence) and drove to the funeral home downtown.
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