the Joy ride

We like to go riding- there has been much joy in our weekly “pizza quest “

That is something we started way back when our little angels were with us

We still continue the tradition

As a matter of fact our family has spent many happy times just riding together in the car

Sometimes they had a purpose- like trying to find that old house or Frank taking my oldest son back to his university most weekends- his brother joining in— with chili dogs promised and Beastie Boys blasting— I never went but have held the picture in my heart’s eye

They say the real trip is the journey or something like that

And I certainly know that to be true

I remember one time heading out of state for one of Robyn’s dance competitions— listening with tears in my eyes as Glen Campbell sang my favorite “Galveston”
Knowing I would forever recall that moment

I’ve always liked being in the car— eating in the car - and daydreaming as the trees went by and the houses looked cozy

Playing my game in my head- whose house is this- something I may explain in another post

Simple things stay in my heart and soul- and not much rivals the family joy rides