My Dad would take me to a church parking lot during the week when I was first learning. Problem was the fire station down the road would use the lot to dry their hoses, and when four fire trucks pulled in one day he panicked. “Switch places, we’re going home!” Shortly after that we decided my a Mom had a better temperament for teaching driving.
I liked a Bad Day at Black Rock, but somebody asked a question a while bad that I’ve never been able to forget: If you disregard the difference in years, what if the John Macreedy part had been played by Jack Nicholson?
See if this is right: If my team has kicked the ball, then between me and the opposing goal has to be either the ball, or at least two opposing players? Counting or not counting the goalee? I never understood offsides when I was a kid.
When I see a strip I don’t remember, I just assume it’s my memory slipping gears. At my age it happens all too often.