Recently, I was lucky enough to experience that wonderful rite of passage every Jewish father from Minnesota waits for his entire life: I took my son to his first NASCAR race for his fourth birthday.rnBut for my kid, it really was a special day, as he is a bit of a NASCAR fanatic. I know this because recently I flipped to the Westminster dog show on TV, and he immediately asked me, "Daddy, are they gonna race?"rnAt the track, we walked down pit road before the race, and he basically named every race-car driver by looking at the pit box's number and color. Impressive for a 4-year-old. But later that night when watching the Olympics, I asked him what country we live in. "Mexico," he responded confidently.
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