Oddly, the most persistent memory from the trip is from the very end. About an hour from home, everyone is tired, cranky, hungry, after the long drive from California to Colorado. The kids are arguing sporadically. My back hurts. And, as if by magic, Waitress In the Sky comes on the mix CD, I crank it up, we all start singing along, loudly and happily. After the song ends we return to our former tired, cranky and hungry selves. But for that three minutes we are in a state of grace, singing along to The Replacements. And an hour later we are home.
Some more pix:
Hux, youngest, John Bader (an old and dear friend from college)
Eldest and me
John Bader and youngest
Eldest, in what appears incorrectly to be a Coke commercial. If Coke wants to pay me for the product placement, I'm open. Have your people call my people.