Right after work I piled into the rental car and we were off. I'm lecturing next week in Missouri and we've decided to drive there. In the old days, PD (pre disability) we would have flown there, but now we'd rather drive. Yeah it takes 15 hours to get there but the extra times is more than compensated for by the lack of 'issue' that my disability makes when travelling by air. We just throw the chair in the back and for the majority of the time, I'm just 'Dave:Passenger'. That is so much better than 'Dave:WhyDoYouPeopleFly'.
We have Satellite radio in the car so we've been listening to this station that's playing Oscar nominated songs. Most of the movies we've seen and we've been playing 'guess the movie' and even 'sing a long'. A couple of times I've noticed people looking into the car at us, aghast, noticing a couple of old men carrying on like teenagers.
Well, that's not true. Teenagers are, or at least when we were teenagers, so earnest and things are so powerful and meaningful and you avoided doing anything that someone might have thought silly or 'fruity'. But that's the joy of being older, who gives a hoot about any of that, singing along with Barbara on 'Evergreen' or shouting 'Opa' from Melina Mecuri (sp?) as she sings the Greek song from Never on Sunday - that's just fun.
At one point I reached into the back seat to get some Louisiana Hot Sauce potato chips and noticed the wheelchair in the back seat. Joe uses the seat belt strap to secure it into place. I swear it was enjoying the ride. Like it was fun to be the passenger rather than the vehicle - well, I guess we all need time off.
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