I remember when my fatherin law, Danny, bought his last car.
Recently retired, he splurged on a new Lincoln Town Car that was far fancier than any car he’d owned in the past.
He drove it around town with such pride. He and his wife, Mary, took that car to countless Irish events, to the racetrack and to visit their kids and grandkids.
In the third year of owning the car, Danny had his first accident, a year later his second and six months later his third. His neighbors called the pol...