Learning to drive is always a challenge, but sometimes it turns into a real comedy. Whether it’s stalling at traffic lights, or accidentally switching on the wipers instead of the side light, or ...

All his neighbors, co-workers, customers, even his wife, called him Fuzz. To me he was Uncle Louis. Just didn't seem right calling my Aunt Rose's husband Fuzz. Milkman. That was his line of work.

At age 18, during my first driving lesson, my dad told me, “remember, cars are killing machines.” With my knuckles turning white gripping the steering wheel of my family’s little black car, he ...

I don’t know how to drive. Oh, of course I have a driver’s license. Getting one of those is easy enough. All you have to do is nail your parallel parking, and the state deems you fit to careen around ...