Frank's Driving Test
Did I tell you this already? My sister, because she was a few years older than Frank, employed, and paying off a second hand '54 Ford sedan, would drive him (and me, too) around places and she even took him down to the DMV in Pomona way down on Garey for his driver's license test. Because he was always begging rides from people and not only did he not have a car ... he did not have a license to drive at that time of his life.
And Frank .... FAILED the written portion the first time and so couldn't take the actual driving part to get his license.
Which humiliated him greatly, and my mother, in trying to be encouraging to him, actually said, "Oh, don't worry, honey, just study your booklet and you'll pass it the next time."
And then she added, "I got a 100 point perfect score on mine."
(Which may have made it worse for the moment for Frank).
(Did I say the Texans next door to our home when I knew Frank were Lutherans? I was wrong! They were Jehovah's Witnesses!! And I should add here that I lived off White Boulevard in Pomona in when I worked for The Phone Company in 1964 turning into 1965 and was starting to have difficulties with the guy who was going to become Beefheart's road manager. You see, "White" .... that was kind of a funny name for a street when I was living in Pomona then.)
Me, I was happy about my job, kind of.