My father-in-law used to love driving. Whether it was to the corner convenience store for a cup of coffee and a newspaper or to an out-of-the-way truck stop for soup and pie, Dale Hult loved to going out to eat, seeing other regulars at cafes and teasing waitresses with nonstop dad jokes. The day we sold his minivan was perhaps one of the saddest of his life. Dementia stole his ability to motor about eastern South Dakota safely a few years ago, though he held on as long as he could (and maybe a little longer than his family would’ve preferred). He lives in a nursing home now, where naps are more his speed.