2:30 am I pull up to my brother + family house in Savannah, GA to see a vehicle I don't recognize in their driveway.
Hmmm... I think and head inside to cuddle up on the couch so I don't wake up the whole house.
I wake up to my brother, Jeff, covering me up and after a bit say, "Hey, who's car is that in the driveway."
Jeff smiles and says, "mine...surprise." With his sneaky little smile that means mischief.
Jeff has been driving his Chevy S10 since his senior year of high school (2000). I have so many memories of being dropped off at school. My brother & sister would make me sit in the fake seat in the back that can be folded up because I was hastily dropped off in front of the middle school and they would ride to the high school parking lot together. And how weird would it be if my sister was in the weird fold up seat in the back and no one was in the front for the 1 minute ride to the high school parking lot. Apparently very weird. At least that is what I was told.
So I raced to get out of this sort-of backseat every day.
I made the best of songs as my brother listened to Jock Jams. (Because in our family there's a rule, which my sister & I will still say, whomever is driving controls the radio.) "Bumping in the backseat."
I remember Jeff driving my friend & I to middle school dances in that truck, we didn't know the meanings to his Jock Jam songs and we sang them anyway. He would say in very nice ways, "Do you know what ____ is?" And we would laugh.
And now they're selling the truck. (where the air conditioning died and there are many other issues at this point)
And Jeff's in love with his new truck.
I guess sometimes it is time to move on. :)
Hmmm... I think and head inside to cuddle up on the couch so I don't wake up the whole house.
I wake up to my brother, Jeff, covering me up and after a bit say, "Hey, who's car is that in the driveway."
Jeff smiles and says, "mine...surprise." With his sneaky little smile that means mischief.
Jeff has been driving his Chevy S10 since his senior year of high school (2000). I have so many memories of being dropped off at school. My brother & sister would make me sit in the fake seat in the back that can be folded up because I was hastily dropped off in front of the middle school and they would ride to the high school parking lot together. And how weird would it be if my sister was in the weird fold up seat in the back and no one was in the front for the 1 minute ride to the high school parking lot. Apparently very weird. At least that is what I was told.
So I raced to get out of this sort-of backseat every day.
I made the best of songs as my brother listened to Jock Jams. (Because in our family there's a rule, which my sister & I will still say, whomever is driving controls the radio.) "Bumping in the backseat."
I remember Jeff driving my friend & I to middle school dances in that truck, we didn't know the meanings to his Jock Jam songs and we sang them anyway. He would say in very nice ways, "Do you know what ____ is?" And we would laugh.
And now they're selling the truck. (where the air conditioning died and there are many other issues at this point)
And Jeff's in love with his new truck.
I guess sometimes it is time to move on. :)
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