I'd been driving a few times with my dad in the family car but was unfamiliar with the gutless wonder we drove for drivers ed.  So when I started up the steep 15th Street hill, I went easy on the gas, afraid to accelerate too rapidly.  Chuck repeatedly growled at me to give it more gas.  By the time we made it up the hill, I was thoroughly intimidated.  So when Chuck instructed me to turn at the next corner, I turned.  Each time he barked, "Turn! Turn! Turn!" I turned.  He stopped the car before we landed in the ditch and then apologized, assuring me that I’d been doing fine.  In retrospect, I’m sure he was more accustomed to dealing with football players than with 16 year-old girls.

Lillian Borah Crawford, West High Class of 1970.


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