The first week in January is "Someday we'll laugh about this" week. This reminded me of some of my travel experiences while I was growing up in the military. It was about 1:30 a.m. somewhere on our way to the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Everyone in the car was famished, and Dad finally agreed to pull off the road at a Stuckey's restaurant. Let me tell you, folks, travel with five other youngsters, a mostly irritated mom, and a dad who thought he was a long-haul driver, is challenging. We had had to pull off the road for an emergency potty break earlier. Everyone had to go-yeah, remember that long-haul driver? Okay, so now we're in the Stuckey's parking lot, and I am looking for my sandal. I'd taken my sandals off, pretty much right after we'd hit the road again, earlier that afternoon. I was almost always barefooted in those days; it was the "in thing" with kids my age. Anyway, I could not find that sandal anywhere. It turned out someone must have kicked it out of the car when we stopped for the potty break. Thank goodness for those wide-legged bell-bottom pants. I had to pinch the bottom of the left leg between my toes to cover my bare foot when we entered the restaurant. Of course, the five little monkeys had great laughs over this, but I was not amused. Yeah, I did finally have a giggle over it some years later. I've decided to write the president. I think that the oldest child in every military family should get what is equivalent to combat pay paid to them.
Love you from Cafe du Mondieu
Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, January 6, 2023, 11:49 a.m.
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