When my dad’s mom died, we inherited her little red Ford truck. There were five us in my family, mom, dad, me and my two brothers, but nobody batted an eye about how we’d all fit. I’m not sure what happened to the car we had before the truck, but once we had the truck it was our only vehicle. Dad would drive, mom in the passenger seat, me and Luke squished between them, and John on moms lap. Luke and I would share the middle seatbelt, and my knees would get knocked and bruised from the gear shift. My knees got to be so in the way of the gear shift that dad taught me how to use it. He’d put my hand flat on top of that smooth…