For Father’s Day Weekend, The Wife, The Boy, The Girl, and I are stuffing ourselves, the playpen, the high chair, the bottles, the formula, and all the young-child trappings into our compact car for a seven-hour (plus stops) drive (each way!) inland, to see my Dad.
Dad still lives in the county I grew up in. I call it The Land That Time Forgot; it’s one of those areas that peaked about 40 years ago, and just can’t break out of its decline. It will be the first time he will meet The Girl, so it’s a pretty important trip.
Fourteen hours roundtrip, through the boonies, with two young children, in a small car. What can possibly go wrong?...
