August 20, 2015.  As sad as it sounds, I’ve been taking driving lessons — even though I’ve had my license for decades.  It’s like being 16 again, and not in a good way.  For the last two months, I’ve spent a few hours a week in a Driver’s Ed car while my instructor politely recites the Norwegian rules of the road, points out my flaws, and routinely stamps on the passenger-side brake to prevent our imminent deaths.  Why am I subjecting myself to such humiliations?  It’s kind of a long story…. Continue reading Driving Lessons →