He was the aggressive one of the family. We were all over to the mill one day. Someone came along, that, oh, Frant had known this man years before and he’d never seen him for a number of years. And frant was there talking to him. Paul came up and he looked at him , he said, “My name’s Paul.” He would always make himself known, very friendly -- he is yet. In fact the ladies all here in the apartment think he is just about it, sociable. One of them said the other day, she said, “you know, your son Kent isn’t near as sociable as Paul was.”
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He got him a car before he was sixteen. He was only fifteen ad his dad said, “What will you do?” Well he said, “Dad, my friends are mostly older than I am. They can drive.” And so he bought him a car and they drove it for him for about a year and then he got a license. Dad said “I will give my consent, but I won’t give my consent to you driving until you can get your license.” He said, “I won’t drive, dad.” And he didn’t. I think he’s the most careful driver. Last time I talked to him, I think it was when I was in Europe, he said, “Mother, I have never had a moving violation of any kind since I started to drive.” He said, “I’ve never had a ticket or a citation or anything for a moving violation.”
When he first started to drive, why he made me nervous, he drove so slow. He said, “Well, I’m not going to have a wreck.”