Our road twists and bends, but it never ends
This is the last DaddyMom road trip as we know them. By the time we tear another 12 months from the calendar, Grant and Kyle will join the Monkey Troop after Sandie and I marry in October. And, John will be about to leave for college. While not truly a DaddyMom anymore, I'll treasure the title every day God gives me on this earth.
There is so little of what I remember of Boston. I mean, the landmarks are still here. But, I left when the central artery ran overground, when the Garden was the Gahden, and long before this fancy-pants artsy bridge. And yet, there is something comfortingly familiar to driving north on 93 listening to WBZ for traffic. One thing more needed….
Ahhhhhh. Home again.
While you should never say never, John graduates in May and will (hopefully) spend next summer getting ready to launch into his college career. So, this may well be the last DaddyMom road trip for quite a while. That’s why we’re going out with a bang. Starting with a visit to my New Hampshire hometown, we will drive to the top of New England, ride a mountain coaster, visit two amusement parks in one day, tour a lighthouse, walk the national seashore, and step on Plymouth Rock. Along the way, we’ll see old friends and reconnect with family. Finally, we return to Boston to celebrate freedom on the 4th of July with fireworks and the Boston Pops. It all starts with a plane ride. All aboard!
We’re on the road for adventure again. The monkey troupe and I will are checked in, wheels up, and away. What will the next 11 days bring? Watch and see.
While wrapping up work this morning around 5am, there arose such a clatter that I sprung from my desk to see what was the matter. Opening my front door, I discovered fire engines lining our street and a smoky perfume filling the air. This wasn’t on the schedule. Firemen dashed up my neighbor’s driveway. But, no fire. Though we could all smell it, even the pros couldn’t discern its source. Away the trucks screamed in search of the blaze. Meanwhile, all the kids slept undisturbed. Now I know it’s true: they can literally sleep through a fire drill.