With an urgent need in Chicago and airfares through the roof, we gassed up the car for a quick road trip yesterday. Some highlights:
In Maryland, a man brushing his teeth in the truckstop bathroom sink. Which is to say, the teeth were out of his mouth, in his hand, getting a good scrubbing.
A bright yellow road sign on the Pennsylvania turnpike: “Stay Alert“. Fortunately, I saw it.
In Ohio, I tried to wake up my co-pilot three times, with no success. Very sleepy, I was hoping she could spell me. Thank God for Starbucks.
In Indiana, I heard this early-eighties song, which I still can’t get out of my head. The clip on ‘repeat’ in my brain:
“And as I turned to make my way back home,
…cue Auld Lang Syne on the sax.
Rolling up through Chicago and into our old stomping grounds. I can’t believe we’re ten years gone.
We’re here to visit my wife’s grandpa, whose health is failing pretty badly. So I’m trying hard to listen, and speak love and hope, and to pray all the while. Lord, have mercy.