Ok, the kid has been telling me for a couple of weeks that he was going to a rock concert in Michigan. Well yesterday he fills me in with details..
my first reaction .... shit... take me with you!!!
I tried to remember thirty years back. It was a hazy ride. Take an extra tarp, garbage bag rain coats, lotta granola, clothes you don't care about.....forget packing underwear.....baby wipes for a quick clean up....lotta water....
the deal is, and it is a funny deal....me&the boy have always been pretty tight....but in the last year....he went from
Dad doesnt know shit.........
to Dad, ' I wish you could come with me.....we would have a good time hanging out.'
He split at midnight last night.
"I'll call you when I get back, Old Man. Have a good bike ride. Love you."
Love you too, Bub, call me when you get back.