I remember when my folks gave me my first car, a beautiful 1968 Mustang. I was, admittedly, being a little bit of brat when they suggested that the family "take a walk together" - it seemed odd and extremely uncool to be strolling around the neighborhood in the afternoon. But they prevailed and about a block from the house, we walked up to the car and Dad presented me with the keys.
To surprise Danny with his graduation present, I enlisted the help of my parents again. But unlike my behavior, Danny was a good sport and never once balked at the idea of driving to the Bay Area for a family lunch. Grandpa asked Dan to get some paperwork out of a car, and then when Danny tried to hand the keys back, we told him they were his. He was very surprised.
