My Humble Beginnings Helped Me Later On It took three people to teach me to drive. Three brave people. It was 1971 and I'd turned 16 that summer. I was so ready to trade in my blue Schwinn Stingray for something more befitting a mature, sophisticated young lady I could talk of nothing else. Little did I know that humble beginnings lead to success. My mom didn't drive, but my uncle offered to teach me in his '67 Ford Fairlane 500GT. Do you remember that model? Saturday finally arrived and … [Read more...]