A Road Trip
I drove my 87-year-old dad to Florida this past week. I really wasn’t looking forward to the 18 hours of his driving, but it needed to be done. Unfortunately over the years, while we haven’t drifted apart, we just haven’t spent any time together for the past twenty or so years. So, I packed the few things I could carry with me on my return flight, got into the car when I was ordered to and hoped for the best.