He was an excellent driver. He drove our family on most vacations. It isn't that my mother was a bad driver; Dad just liked being in control. It was an honor for him to ask another person to drive. At least I always felt that Dad was showing his trust in me when he asked me to drive. The day that he fell asleep while I drove home from a trip to Tallahassee is one I will remember for a long time. I truly felt honored.
He was also a person who could drive and talk on a mobile phone simultaneously. Perhaps it was his training as a pilot in the Marine Corps.
This is so difficult, constantly referring to him in the past tense.