It was cold and snowy on the way up and
when we reached the town, I was disoriented. Driving badly, not knowing
where to turn. My driving irritated a passing truck driver, who yelled
obscenities at us. Alan (16) and Jackie (16), collapsed in gasping paroxysm
of glee. I still remember the truck drivers face. That was twenty years ago!
In the picture above is Alan, waving in front of the motel where we stayed while visiting
Jackie's Gramma who was in the hospital during our visit. I pulled into the
motel parking lot, checked us in and then turned around and ran out again to
grab something to eat and bring it back.
I'm not sure exactly where I was
when I realized I didn't know what the name of the motel was or where it was. I remember that as vividly as the truck drivers face.
I had just driven miles and miles in new territory and deposited people I
loved in an unknown place and spun off again. This reminds me of
Glen. The time we were in New York, the
Waldorf Astoria and Glen had just entered one of maybe 20 elevators in a
row. He smiled and put a Beanie Baby on his head. I said "freeze", or something
and took a photo as the elevator doors closed and we lost him for the next
Family "test question" Why
were we in the Waldorf Astoria ?