Pants, pants, PANTS!

I’m at my friend Stephanie’s house for the weekend. On my way here I got my first speeding ticket. Boo! My dad recently told me that during the gas crisis of the 70s they made it a law that no one could drive over 55. That would kill me. I’d double check to see if it really was a law, but I’m too lazy and my pirated internet connection is a bit wonky. It wouldn’t be the first time my dad pulled one over on me…

When we were kids my parents went to Carmel once a year for a kid-free weekend. They told us it was illegal for children to be in Carmel – NO KIDS ALLOWED! Which I always thought was strange because there was a super neat toy store there and my folks always brought goodies home (my beloved Bobby Bear!). I met a girl at church camp when I was fourteen-years-old who was from Carmel.I barely caught myself from asking her how she could possibly live in Carmel with their strict no kids allowed law.

I liked to spend time with my dad. When he worked Saturdays I would tag along and spend the day driving around with him. One day, when music became very important in my life, I was begging to listen to the Rick Dees Top 40 Countdown. My dad told me that I could listen to my radio station when his show went to commercial. It took quite awhile before I realized that we were listening to commercial free radio. I was quite pissed at the time but we still laugh about it.