Vacation 2014: The long drive


Twelve hours is an uncomfortable length of time to spend in a car, even with someone you love.
I can’t pinpoint the exact day Bessie first dropped the B-word, but it had to come at some point during the most brutal¬†winter in the history of Indiana–at least the worst since 2004 or so.
“I want to go to the beach,” she said, and doting husband that I am, I made it my life’s purpose to make it so.
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