Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Highway rest stops are always fun places to stop 'do you business', stretch your legs and grab some food and drink. We made lots of trips to Jersey when Justin was growing up. Three hours in, either way, was always break time. Elenka usually went off to get us some substance for the next 3 hours, and J- and I headed for the 'stupid stuff'. You know what I'm talking about. It's the t-shirts of the local sports' teams, styrofoam cup holders, all sorts of keychains, tiny toy cars that fit in your palm, decals for you car window, refrigerator magnets of all different shapes, decks of cards, coloring books and more and more and more. Elenka always cautioned me. "Don't buy anything." But I was weak, and Justin was game. We seemed to always return to the car with something stupid in our hands, laughing all the way. Good times. Lasting memories.
Heck, we needed something to break the monotony of the 6 hours.
And I longed for something other than the Boston Globe and a black coffee.
Humor was a solid choice.
What do they say?
Laughter and money are always in style.
What tricks do/did you have to kill the miles?