Seems like just yesterday I was 15, dying to turn 16 so I could drive (and get lost on my way to school).Sure, I was already sneaking the second car out of the garage for a spin when my parents were away for the evening (I was one of those teens I later came to hate as an adult), but I still lacked the legal right to drive. Now, I’m 69, fixing to turn 70 (the big seven-oh) next year, and the truth of the matter is, I liked turning 16 a lot better.Although, I have finally gotten to the ...