Travel with Dad is a hoot. He rides shotgun, though he offers to drive. AFTER admitting that he got lost on the way to meet us in Columbia.

I am always reluctant to get behind the wheel when Dad is in the car. The combination is like a nuclear reactor. With a hairline crack. I barely geared The Tank into reverse before we had a situation.Continue Reading

This weekend, MTM and I are going on a road trip. Nine hours one way in the car with my father. I will be both voiceless and insane by the time we arrive at our destination. East Tennessee. We are attending Roy’s 60th high school reunion. He lined up twoContinue Reading