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 ...

My grandfather, like many boys growing up on a farm, learned to drive young. He drove farm equipment from an early age. My mother, on the other hand, learned to drive as a teenager in a 1954 Plymouth, ...

Disaster struck during the pair's first night driving lesson, but it could have been much worse.

The text came from my son Sam, who is 35 years old: Can we practice driving again? He lives in the suburbs with his wife, Gisette, and their sons, Sky and Isaac, who are seven and three. Gisette has a ...