An animal topiary among the weeds of an abandoned house. Sometimes we were surprised by something wonderful. We passed store windows, people walking dogs, empty lots out into the country past billboards, pine trees, fields, cows. My father never said a word, just drove through neighborhoods that all looked the same to me, but where my mother could always find something unique.
Hours passed with my mother enthusiastically saying, “Look at that” “Did you see that?” and each time she’d turn around to make sure I saw it, and I would dutifully look. When I was a kid, Sunday afternoons were often preempted by my mother’s dreaded pronouncement, “Let’s take a drive.” The three of us, my father driving, mom next to him, and me in the back seat, hoping we’d be home before my favorite television show started.
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