Driving Mr. Ken
As promised, here is an account of our recent road trip. Dad and I went first to Southern Pines, North Carolina, then to Gettysburg for those of you not keeping track. For about 3 months, Dad has mentioned that he was thinking of going to see his sister-in-law, Mom's sister Dee. He and I drove down there 2 years ago to see her and her husband where they live in a little town not far from Fort Bragg, NC. It is in the midst of golf country (Pinehurst ring a bell?). Aunt Dee and family lived in Southern Pines for a long time...back when I was 19, I drove down there by myself, and hung out with my cousins and had a great time. This episode does stand out though: My Uncle Paul (passed away 16 or 17 years ago) took me with him to spread pine straw on the yard of a house on the golf course at Pinehurst. Not having a clue what that meant, I hopped in the southern version of a Cadillac (pick up truck) in my halter top and short shorts (hey - I was 19 and svelte). We picked up a few bale...