Ken Shelley
It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of high school. I had my leaner's permit. My dad took me and my HS buddy, Bruce, fishing somewhere in the vicinity of White Pass. On the way back home, dad let me drive down the mountain. We were in a 1964 Ford Falcon 4 door with skinny nylon bias ply tires. Well, me being young and fearless, I was driving at quite a rate of speed and the corners were adventurous! I remember my da calmly looking over at me and calmly saying, "you might want to slow down". He wasn't mad or angry, just wise. Of course I slowed down. Later I learned my buddy, who was sitting in the back seat was getting very concerned about my driving. Dad I'm still here and have tempered my driving style somewhat. I will miss your wisdom and all the ways you helped us kids out when we needed it. Always your son, Ken.
