Summer Road Trips

This summer I did not go anywhere. Usually this is not the case. After the school year ends, there is this need to just hop in the car and take off for a while. I play tunes on the radio or CD or listen to books-on-tape. I read by the pool or in my room, and I watch free HBO for a week or two before bed. I visit friends in other states, in-laws, or fellow genealogists and researchers. I see tourist places and stop at mom-and-pop cafes for good food. Some trips Caveman will join me or a friend, but usually I go alone.


There was the time, however, that I offered to take my dad with me. He was interested in everything I had uncovered about the family and wanted to see old family homesteads. What can you say to that? No, Dad! I'd rather poke hot needles in my eyes than take you with me for two weeks trapped in a car!

"Sure! It'll be fun!"

So we're in Nebraska (too far for either of us to walk home, but close enough to send someone packing with a cheap Greyhound ticket) when Dad says, "Hey, do you mind if I play one of my tapes?"

"Of course not. Go right ahead." Whereupon Dad pulls out Slim Whitman's Greatest Hits on the Pan Pipe.



Where are the needles???



There is the Dad humor added from time to time just to make things fun. "Hey, Liz, see that cemetery to your right?"

"Yeah."

"Guess how many people are buried there?"

?

"All of them!"



Guess what? He survived and is not buried among them.