Blog #8 -- Serendipitous Road Trips, Sunday drives, and chicken tales (tails?)

Revise, revise, revise.  OK.  I tried to write a draft, but mostly made Dr. Chandler confused about my focus, which, of course, wasn't really there.  Chickens and basket companies have some correlation, but only in my mind, I guess.  With that said, I think the best way to revise my road trip story is to focus more on the fact that I really like to take road trips, especially the ones that are serendipitous.  

I've loved to travel since I was young, remembering the Sunday afternoon drives my family used to make in Mom’s 1970-ish black Ford Country Squire station wagon with the fake wood panels on the side, my father at the wheel and Mom in the front seat with him, my two brothers in the middle seat, and with me sitting in the back-back, which was the third row seat and facing out the back window.  Nowadays that kind of car would never be made, and of course, this was in the day before seat belts too, but I digress.

Well, maybe I need to digress to do some revision.  I would think that I would add some stories about my love of car travel, perhaps reminiscing about my youth’s travels, then moving into my high school years of traveling with my friends’ families, and later as an adult.  I've been asked along on many journeys over the years, and I think in my revision, I’ll include some of the events of those trips.

   

One road trip I recall was sometime around 1976 when I took a last minute trip to New Haven, Connecticut, just to bring my friend’s friend back home, after he was visiting here and totaled his car while here.  I went along just to keep my friend company on the trip back to New Jersey, and while driving up along I-95 through New York City, there was a fist fight right there on the highway, in the middle of a traffic jam…perhaps it was the cause of the traffic jam.  Only in New York City would this have occurred, and it is still quite vivid in my mind.  Road rage to the extreme, I suppose.  I’m full of stories—maybe just full of IT—but memories of road trips abound, and, so, I guess I should focus on those memories in my revision, but tell a chicken tale (tail?) or two, since those trips were also serendipitous.