I visited my dad yesterday, and then made the white knuckle, hour-plus drive home in the several inches of snow that were staying just ahead of the plows. All of this called to mind the first winter I was driving, living in that very same house. I was coming home one day, and as I approached our driveway on the slippery street, I started to skid. Not wanting to slide into the ditch, I drove past the house and decided to circle the block to give it another try.
By the time I was making my second approach my dad, who had apparently been watching this fiasco from the living room, was out in the street. I rolled down my window and he yelled to me to put the car into neutral. I did, came to a nice, non-skidding stop, and navigated easily into the driveway. To this day I remember that excellent driving tip and have thus far avoided all ditches, mailboxes and other wintry hazards. I also have never forgotten the question he asked when I got out of the car:
“Were you going to drive around the block until Spring?”