The Scenic Route

My dad loves to tell stories. His enthusiastic tales are packed with animated facial expressions and energetic body language. He devours statistics and can always be counted on for a halftime score with a report that would make Joe Nuxall a tad envious. When he was little, my grandparents would take them on Sunday drives. Life was simpler then. Kids weren't over scheduled, cable didn't exist and families ate dinner together. They picked a destination, got in the car, drove, talked, soaked in the world around them and enjoyed the company of each other. When my dad spoke of his Sunday drive experience, he remembered being stuck in the car with his brother, but I'm quite sure my grandpa was enjoying every minute with his beautiful wife and I know my grandma was equally enjoying having all of her boys together without distractions. As an adult, my dad took us to see the Christmas lights each year and is a huge fan of taking the scenic route or the "long way" home. He tells stories along the way that we've heard time and time again, yet they never seem to get old. I share my dads love of nostalgia and scenic routes and have come to the conclusion that sometimes getting lost is the best way to find your way back home, just make sure you take in the scenery along the way.