Hitting the Road (and Hoping It Doesn’t Hit Back)

At four o’clock the next morning (which is way too early for normal people), it was time to get on the road. Mom loaded up the car with me, my stuff, Georgia, and Grandma, and we took off for the Rocky Mountains, Colorado, USA.

The whole family was coming along because Grandma’s brother Paulie lived outside Denver, so Mom, Georgia, and Dotty were all going to spend the week at his place. Georgia wasn’t too excited about it, but she was getting a luxury vacation compared to me. I told her I didn’t want to hear any complaining in the car. And believe it or not, I never did.