News from the Tennessee Valley Columnists
SUNDAY, JUNE 25, 2006


About the other Mary Grace ...

Attorney Joe Propst most likely will be looking for me with a subpoena in hand that charges me with meddling.

Joe and I have a special bond. Their names are Mary Grace. I ran my mouth the other day to Mary Grace Propst and her mother, Kristen, about daughters' first cars when we met in the grocery store.

Like my Mary Grace at 16, Joe's Mary Grace has her first car. Hers is a sporty 2004 Jeep Liberty that she gets less than a month from now after her July 20 birthday.

"I give up carpooling in 30 days," Kristen said, while Mary Grace and a friend beamed at the thought.

Back in 1988, Regina made the same declaration of freedom when we bought our Mary Grace her first car. Kristen, like Regina, would not have bought something so sporty. And like Regina, she says this is the only daughter-car she's buying.

But dads know more about cars than moms know. Dads succumb to a daughter's pressure. Dads worry about motors and transmissions that cause breakdowns.

I was less sensible than Joe. He bought a relatively safe car. I bought a tin can, a low-mileage, equally sporty 1987 Nissan Pulsar with a dismal safety record.

It was love at first sight, even without air conditioning, for Mary Grace Wright. The sunroof would be ventilation enough, she said.

Mary Grace never complained of the heat even through her first two years at The University of Alabama. Then the Pulsar's floorboard rusted out, which meant another car. This time she fell hard for a low-mileage, four-door Toyota Camry with automatic transmission and air conditioning.

"You tell Joe that Mary Grace Wright got a second car when she was in college," I told Miss Propst.

I'm sure she will mention the second car as soon as, like Mary Grace Wright, getting her car and being a varsity cheerleader at Decatur High are not about the most important things for her.

Tom Wright Tom Wright
DAILY Executive Editor

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