Tonight I dared something simultaneously terrifying, thrilling, and necessary. I passengered my way through my older daughter’s first night-driving experience.
During this Melvillian journey, I semi-tricked her into driving on the highway for the first time–one lane only, for one mile, for one exit back home. I then made her a quesadilla while she beamed with pride and settled onto the couch with a cat to laugh her head off at Derry Girls. Since I obviously could not video or take photos during this trip–and I admit to gripping tightly to the vehicle–I asked my AI companions to describe it for you. I call them “Queequeg on the highway, Ishmael at the wheel.”
The kids are alright.