When I was little, my family lived several hours from my grandparents. A weekend visit to them required a five or six hour drive, usually late into the evening on a Friday night.
On one such night – and I don’t remember which grandparents’ house we were traveling toward – I remember looking off into the distance from my seat in the back of our Ford Econoline van. The lights of the passing towns and cars were mesmerizing; I was probably close to sleep when I saw an eerie glow on the horizon. In the middle of the black night, there was a greenish light coming from some unknown source far away. Curious, I asked my dad what it was.
“Oh, that? It’s probably coming from some kind of plant.”
I was completely freaked out. I can still remember the horror as I pondered what sort of a plant – as in, a bush or a shrub – could possibly create a glow like that. It never occurred to me that the “plant” that Dad meant was not of the green and leafy variety, but rather of the industrial and manufacturing variety. I still think about that every time I see a “plant” as I travel somewhere.
me, circa 1984 or so.
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Now THAT is my Pippy, and Dad's Punkin! I sure didn't know about this! I always look forward to your WWWL Wednesday posts.
THat is so funny!!!
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