Father never drove. Oh, that’s not quite true. It should be said that I have never seen him drive. He hasn’t driven a car since 1927, when he was 25 years old. He once said: “In those days, when driving, you had to keep your eyes on the road, and your hands and feet were constantly busy. So I decided that instead of driving a car and missing life, I would like to walk and enjoy life.” His mother interjected: “Oh, bang— —! He hit a horse.” 　　”Of course,” my father admitted, “that’s one of the reasons.” 　　So my brother and I grew up in a home without a car.…