Grandpa Drives - Oct. 5, 2025

Field after field of tassel-headed soldiers whiz by

as we bounce in the seats of his old caddy. My little

sister slides around on the leather console as we

three perch out open windows, hair blowing, arms raised

Then, a plunge into the darkness of overarching

maples and oaks as acorns pop under the tires, before

emerging back into more convoys of the corn military.

He stops to get a dozen ears from an old farmer in stained

blue overalls and a floppy hat, as we watch them gossip and

laugh, well, mostly laugh, faces up, into the perfect blue sky.

Time to head home and I’m sad.  Why can’t we just keep

going and never stop? You know a kid’s idea of fun is an

unending road to never-ending happiness.

I’m not big on memories, though I still think of the magic

of those summer drives, that bit of danger, flying through

the countryside on a Sunday afternoon, no seatbelts.

Not the safest of trips, which could be why, he was the

coolest grandfather and it was the most fun.