Here is a little slice on the dining out with the family. We drag them here and there to show them the wonders of the world. Do they care? Do we? Have we all lost our ability to be civilized when we travel?
I usually save my big family road trips for the end of summer, but a few factors forced it to June, which was fine. I’m just back with, a yet again, dirty car and a great appreciation for the Golden state and the power of junk food to quiet children at a nameless truck stop.
It’s always nice to come home and realize you might have a pair of clean underwear in your future, but even in a quiet moment in my back yard there is the hum. The constant running of something, many things in a city. I got to taste the clarity of quiet and I’m still thirsty for it.
That’s why we endure the dirty cars and the truck stops.