Now that spring is in full swing, people seem to be in more of a hurry on the roads. Or, maybe I’ve entered the grumpy-old-man-driver stage of my life. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the latter; I’ve been wearing my grumpy-old-man shoes for a while now.

I’m not going to suggest that I’m the world’s best driver, but I’m a cautious driver. There are a lot of kids in our neighborhood, and one of my biggest fears is running over them. We live near a high school, so teens park on our street and walk the rest of the way to school. I’m not so worried about hitting one of those kids; they’re big enough to fend for themselves. But the little ones whose heads can’t be seen through my back window are a concern.