Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.
If there was a survey that could be done and ever was... I would like to know just how many people have been sailing down the highway oblivious to the bag of meat that was on top of their car. I'm certain I am one of those elite few. You must know that there are two bad things about having a bag of raw meat on top of your vehicle... 1. It would be hard to explain to the trucker behind you why meat products flew off your car onto his windshield at seventy miles and hour and ....2. If you do stop to retrieve the meat, what do you do with it then??? It's not like you want a Ziploc baggie of beef tips dripping onto your floorboard. Of course, all this being considered, you have to wonder why one would have this item on top of their car in the first place. I suppose it's just part of being a Brodnax. Some things simply have no answer. While traveling from my mother's house to our house, a distance of about fifty feet, my husband is known to place things on top of my car. I'm never really certain what is up there. As long as it's not children, I've learned not to complain. I've traveled with pies, meatloaves and cups of coffee all on board without my knowledge. It's those times he forgets to remove these items, that become bothersome. I traveled for two weeks with a bag of licorice on my car that never came off. That's not as bad, however, as traveling across the neighborhood with a kitten in my engine, that did manage to get out... safely, I might add. Only because of Facebook and the status of a young child announcing to the world that she had a new kitten, did I know that our family pet had relocated. Just like the meat products and the licorice, the kitten was retrieved and brought home where it belonged. I'm sure there is a proper pre-driving protocol for checking your car for unknown contents or even unknown passengers. I believe the driver's manual in my glove box says to check for tire pressure, cracked windshields, proper running lights and such. I will never make it to those steps. My pre-driving protocol consists of making sure each child has a shoe for both feet, removing the left-over latte cups from the last time the kids and their friends were in the car, and racing to the car charger before someone else lays claim to it. There is no time to check for tire pressure or meat products on the top of the car. A quick scan to make sure everyone is buckled is the signal to go. I've actually made it half way to another city before I realized I had an extra child in the car with us. She was in the third row with the latte cups I can't reach. That's no man's land and she is lucky I found her when I did. At least she wasn't on top of the car like a bag of meat products or licorice.