It's early in the day, but my email box is already starting to fill with birthday greetings from high school classmates. Mostly goodnatured ribbing about being the baby of the class. That's fine with me. It's not often anymore that I'm the youngest in a group.
I don't think many realized this when we were in school, but the fact emerged at a reunion not long ago. I was the target of some faux envy for my "youth."
What they don't realize is that my small "advantage" over them now doesn't compensate for the disadvantage back in school. Not driving until halfway through my junior year was a significant drawback. I was constantly hustling to sponge rides to practices, meetings, dances and parties. Dating was an exercise in logistics, as was cutting school.
Yes, there were late school busses for teams and other activities, and I grew up in a city that had ample public transportation. But, that was a pain in the butt and quite lame at the time.
I'd trade a few months of age now for driving earlier back then. Although, this morning I did have a "gift" that most of them would overlook.
As I fired up the car this morning, I just had to smile. Nice to have the the convenience.
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