Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The older I get, the more I come to realize that sometimes there are things that must only strike me as funny. We were out first thing in the morning, and I was compelled to stop (long enough that people began to honk) and capture this Norman Rockwell scene. Just a random guy, chillin' on his driveway in front of his converted garage overlooking 6 lanes of traffic, reading his paper in his plastic lawn chair. Is that a big speaker holding up the air conditioner? Maybe the music helps drown out the sound of the big trucks plowing down the road. I couldn't help but smile, but the kids were not so amused. "Can we GO already! And what the heck are you taking a picture of that guy for anyways, Mom?" Must they steal all my joy in life?