Driving My Father
We’ll be stopping in Nevada, Missouri on our way back to Evansville. After spending some of Thursday touring metropolitan Latham, I thought it only made sense to visit the town where my mother grew up. I haven’t been to Latham since 1985, or Nevada since the early seventies when I helped Peter drive out to California to attend the University of the Pacific.
We’ll be flying home on Saturday.
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A couple days ago:
Diane: “I can’t believe Mack is really dead.”
Brian: “Spend ten hours in a van with him in a casket and you’ll believe it.”
Aah … The saga expands … Excellent! Great idea, though — it only adds about 25 miles to your return trip, but untold depth. And surely there’s some underappreciated Grohe around there somewheres …
Comment by el Kib — February 7, 2007 @ 9:50 am
The region in your vicinity is rich in both our familial histories.
You’re only a few decamiles from the town where my mother was born–Oklahoma City. And someplace in that area my great-great grandfather sold a failing farm and went west. A few years later the buyers struck oil there on that very farm and became Oklahoma’s first oil millionaires. (So close, so close to having had rich ancestors.)
Comment by rakkity — February 7, 2007 @ 8:54 pm
Are you kidding?? Oh my God. That is an awful feeling. Who would think to dig a hole unless you were looking for China?
Comment by Jen — February 8, 2007 @ 3:48 pm
That title has *indie film* written all over it.
This whole saga does.
Anyone know an film student looking for a project?
Comment by smiling Dan — February 9, 2007 @ 10:32 am