My daddy, Jim, used to drive a truck down the interstate for several days at a time, he would start at home, down to Dallas, then over to Baton Rouge, then down to Miami in just a few days. Dirty rumors from our rotten neighbors left thoughts that I might have siblings in the cities, and I would be lying if I said that every time I pass through I wonder if someone looks at me with the same potential as I do them.
Anyway, here I am driving down to Dallas, and I stop in to get some pancakes at the local iHop, not out of special interest, there just didn’t happen to be Denny’s nearby, it was in the early afternoon after all. I come out of there after having possibly the best mozzarella sticks I’ve ever had in my life, only to find out that I left my keys in the car! So I panic, and I call Ashley, and she tells me that her husband over heard and told me to just call the local locksmith.
So I hang up on my daughter, as my son-in-law instructed and called up the boys down at http://locksmithdallas247.com/ and they shot right over real quick and rescued the keys from my car. Not too expensive either, you hear tall tales about a $200, service but these guys happened to enjoy iHop, so I lucked out.
Then I started floating right back down that lonely road. Turning on the radio stations in this day and age just ends up making my head hurt. So I found an old set of CD’s of Hank Williams Jr., and I’ve been listening to that the whole ride through.
Some people say they know what the American dream is. I don’t know if there is an American dream for everyone, but I know that I’m living mine. I beat cancer at such a young age that everything else just seemed easy from here on in. Now I get to take a road trip down the same streets my daddy took, going down to see my son for his birthday and his new job. All the while I don’t have a care in the world. I’ve got money in the bank; I’ve got Hank in my ears and my kids on my mind.
The wind has a special sort of feel today, the kind of musky dryness that only the desert can offer. As much fun as I am having, I still can’t stop thinking about certain things you know? The certain thoughts that just come creeping now and then, like that fish I brought up, or James. I wonder if these are signs from above or me having a couple of screws in this old noggin loose. But all I know is that I ran over a snake a few miles back, and something about the way it rolled under my car has been making me feel queasy for the last few miles.