Living in Tacoma and other more urban areas of the world, Ive grown accustomed to thinking of drives as near instantaneous endeavors. But back when I didnt know of such places, drives were usually long, with entire days planned around a trip into town. More often than not these drives were silent and what little conversation there was centered around current events and who was sick or on the mend.
We had been driving for awhile. Some errand had led us to Huntsville and we were on our way back home down a long stretch of Pulaski Pike in northern Alabama. My father drove his blue Ford pickup that had once taken my siblings and me across the country to Carlsbad Caverns. A lot of time has been spent riding in that vehicle.
I have forgotten the disagreement that led to the argument, and I have for gotten the argument that led to the silence. But I have not forgotten the silence and I shall never forget the words my father said to me when the silence was over.
Have you ever