Coming to terms with your innate talents

To begin with, the car in our driveway was deader than a doornail. Did the rest of the family realize the car was deceased and sitting in its final resting place? Of course they did. Every morning as they left the house, they groaned at the sight of the rusting behemoth and grumbled, “When is Dad going to do something about that thing? The neighbors are starting to ask questions.” Did the…