[bus man]

I will always remember the back of the station wagon...no seat belts, the seats folded down flat...all of us in the back in our pajamas with blankets. The street lights above the road flashing by as I looked up...the glare of headlights of oncoming cars filling the inside of the car with fleeting light. I would awake, everyone asleep, I would look ahead and see my father driving through the night, like a machine, driving, the car droning...droning on through the endless and wonderful night of my childhood. I felt so content and safe in that car.

My monitor is getting blurry . . .

[rlmorel]

Good gosh, made me feel that way as I was writing it. What is it about that kind of thing? Was it a time in our lives when we felt completely safe, or what?