In March, I drove north to visit my daughter. The night before I left, I called her. “What’s your address again, sweetie?” She sighed. The last two times, she had to come find me so I could follow her home. Embarassing! “I’m going to run it through Mapquest this time,” I said. “That way, I…
Tag: driving
In The Jailhouse
One year, I helped my daughter with her taxes. She gave me an iPod as a thank you. I’d never had one. Overnight, it transformed me into a modern woman. I wanted to listen to it constantly. That first week, I didn’t have an iTrip so I used the headset as I drove (which was…
Crossing Lines
I was sitting in a lobby Thursday morning waiting for an oil change. The television was blaring the breaking news of the Northwest. I sat down just in time to hear about the Seattle attorney who had apparently reached his limit with people ignoring parking space lines. He was arrested for keying car doors of…
All your life…you were only waiting for this moment…
Friday afternoon gave us a good glimpse of spring. New leaves were beginning to cover winter-bare branches. I was running errands. The sun was out, car windows were open, the air was spiked with the essence of . . . exhaust. (There was a lot of traffic at that moment.) While waiting at a red…