This morning, Avy and I had a little drive outing with our dear friend, Dog Gone Park owner, Jacqui Binford-Bell. Adhering to physical distancing, Avy and I followed Jacqui in her SUV to the Arco Farms on the outskirts of Eagle Nest.
There we purchased eggs, butter, honey and some mild-flavored bratwurst. It’s not every day you get to meet the hens that lay your eggs.
Before we left the house Avy reminded me to plug in The Boss, who uplifted my spirits yesterday. Together we sang to Thunder Road:
…Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night’s busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels…
Avy’s to young to have known me when given the opportunity (few and far between) to drive the red Grand Torino as a teenager, I’d point myself in the direction of cornfields outside of Peoria, Illinois, roll down the windows and sing to whatever song was on the radio.
Driving has always been my escape.
Perhaps if you’re feeling cooped up, take a drive on some lone country road, floor the gas, and sing along with The Boss.
