The LONG, LONG Drive To Anderson Indiana

It’s Sunday night, the Sunday night at the end of the Thanksgiving holiday weekend. And, once again, I’m writing from a hotel room. We took Taylor back to Anderson University tonight. And guess what? So did everyone else. I don’t mean everyone was driving Taylor around—although that WOULD be quite a treat, huh?—what I mean is: everyone else was taking their kid back to college tonight; or everyone else was coming from home grandma’s house; or, apparently some people just got in their cars and went out driving around for the sole purpose of clogging up all the highways.

What a mess! A drive that would normally take 3 ½ to 4 hours took over 5 ½ hours. You read that correctly, five and a half hours!

In the process, I also discovered that the backseat of a Chevy Malibu is a very uncomfortable place after about 4 ½ hours. Yeah, I’d love to tell you that I have feeling in my lower torso, but I don’t. There’s no point is leading you on, I have no feeling in my legs.

But the good news is that we made the drive safe and sound, despite really crummy weather and terrible traffic. We passed by several wrecks and…hey…wait a minute. Hold everything!…Could that be?.... Yes…yes…it is! The feeling is beginning to return to my legs. Awesome! It looks like I’ll be able to walk again. Hallelujah! It’s a good evening, after all.

From Anderson, Indiana…good night.