OOPS GRANDPOP VIC IS DRIVING AGAIN

Gene tells me that when in his eighties, Grandpop Vic was driving through Suburbia and decided that he wanted to get the ball game on the car radio and became so absorbed trying to find the station that he completely forgot he was driving and sideswiped two cars and with hardly a glance at the wreckage, drove home. The owners of those two cars called the police with his tag number. The police promptly arrived at Grandpop's house. Now Grandpop did not remember one thing about it and called Dad. Dad jumped in his car and went to see what was going on. When the police explained to Dad what Grandpop did, he went to the folks who owned the cars with Grandpop's insurance information. Needless to say, Dad took his father's car keys and the battery out of the car, the DMV took his license. That was the end of the Grandpops driving days not because he didn't have another set of keys, but because he always thought the battery was dead. As a matter of fact, he kept asking his Grandson Gene to put a new battery in the car and Gene told him there was something else wrong with the car that he couldn't fix. Grandpop didn't seem to have a problem with this because by the next day he forgot what Gene told him. Dad became a part time chauffeur but Grandpop and Grandmom had no problem and enough money to call a taxi whenever they wanted to.