A pretty funny story about my grandfather.
To preface, and tell an additional story about him, my grandfather’s vision has progressively worsened to the point now that he is almost blind. However, he still has a valid driver’s license because when he and my grandmother went to renew theirs, he had her take the vision test first and listened to her answers, memorized them and repeated the letters back to pass.
We do not let him drive, though.
Roughly a week ago, a VA van was coming to his house to pick them up for a doctor’s appointment. He decided to go out and move their car, to make room for the van to pull in. Twenty minutes later, he came back into the house and told my grandma “Mom, your car has a boo-boo. I was moving toward the back of the driveway when the wind blew and the car skidded off the driveway and into the tree at the bottom of the hill.”
So really, he hit a patch of ice that he couldn’t see and lost control. But, being the stubborn Italian man that he is, he decided to blame the damage on the wind.
