Most of my Saturday evening was spent hanging out with family and friends. Big spread, tons of great music, and lots of laughing and merriment. At one point, my sister asks me if I would drive our mother home. It's my sister's car, so she would be coming along, too. Now, first, my sister's car would be better classified as the most comfortable computer I've ever driven. It literally almost doesn't need a driver, it's that advanced. I often remark about how driving her car must be like flying the space shuttle.
Sometimes, when I'm driving her car, I reminded of driving my first car: A 1964 Dodge Dart. The thing was a tank. Likely considered undriveable today, the passenger door was held closed with a bungee cord, most of the lights didn't work, and there were some fuel leakage problems, too. So, really, the thing was a heap of crap. I'm still kinda dazzled by driving my sister's car, especially when the back-up camera view is displayed on the in-dash monitor—even has real-time CG guidelines that follow your movements and change color to alert you of collisions. Know what that old Dart had? Yeah. Not even any of that.
Once we got on our way to taking our mother home, we all settled in with casual conversation. It's nice; it's pleasant. Plus, it's a beautiful day, we're all having a good time, and my eyes glance at the radio. I notice a name. Wait. I think I recognize it. Oh. Here comes a turn, and I know the thing my sister means, so I look in the rear view mirror to nod, and, there's a click. Yes. I do know that name: Cody ChesnuTT. Actually, the two capital t's were very helpful. Later, trying to explain to my sister who I thought the singer was, I stammered and struggled to present what pieces of the memory I could assemble. But I couldn't paint a clear-enough picture for her.
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