I drove my daughter’s car yesterday, taking it to the auto parts store to get something fixed. Of course, I had to adjust the seat, the side mirrors, and for God’s sake, the radio. The biggest adjustment, however, was the rear view mirror. Like many female college students, my daughter has a large decorative concoction dangling from the mirror, like a chandelier of feathers, jewelry, and hair scrunchies. This was quite the distraction.