And this day, he had something special planned: He took us to what looked like a pond in New Jersey to rent a motorboat so we could go fishing. While we were on the water, I asked if I could drive, and he said, “Go ahead, Kev, I don’t see why not.” A few reasons why not might have included the fact that I was eight, I’d never been in a boat before in my life, and I’d never driven anything besides a bike. But my dad didn’t live in the world of reason. He was a firm believer in the “go ahead” school of parenting; whatever we asked to do, he’d just say “go ahead.”
