Week 5: I'm still in start-up mode, waiting for the contracts with my partners to go through. I look forward to cruising around looking at houses, but for now I spend my time researching cars, since it's not clear to me whether I'll be better off leasing or getting a Zipcar. And, of course, I have to learn to drive. If you live anywhere but New York City, you may wonder how a person could possibly hit the age of 38 without driving. The answer is a sad memory: when I was 15, my dad contracted a rare paralytic disease (imagine a fast-acting multiple sclerosis). While other kids were sliding into the driver's seat, I was propped in a stiff plastic chair outside the ICU, smelling disinfectant instead of burning rubber. I got my license a few years later, on the basis of about two hours in a parking lot with my sister, but I wasn't much good for anything except going around the block to the right. So now, every few days I make my way uptown for a driving lesson. Of all the obs...
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