It was about this time of year, 35 years ago, when I took a long ride with my Daddy. It was a rite of passage or something I suppose. We loaded up in my car and headed to Dallas, Texas, to see the University of Alabama play Baylor in the Cotton Bowl.
He was an Alabama fan, I had been accepted or would be accepted to Auburn University. It was my senior year in high school and we had never gone on such a long ride together, with just us. It was nice. It was something I looked forward to and something I will always remember. I’m sure you have had similar experiences with your father, or at least I hope you have.
He let me drive, and then he would drive. I would give anything to remember the conversations, though I’m sure they were sparse, I would still like to remember them. I remember at the time that it just seemed like something he thought he needed to do. The game didn’t mean that much, but I’m pretty sure it was “the ride” he looked forward to taking. Being able to spend that time with me, even though the conversations weren’t really deep, spending the time was.