Driving along California highways I suddenly spot a car with the woman's bare feet on the dashboard.
"Den, look at that woman's feet. My Mom use to do that! I have to get a picture!"
It took him several more miles of traffic before we could get close enough, "Hurry take it quick."
As we were waiting for our meal,
I was looking out the window and saw people half dressed doing some really crazy things.
It was making me nervous so I waved for the waitress to come look.
She said they have recently released many prisoners and this corner is their drop off place.
Are you kidding me?
I then asked if she would pack our food up to go. She did and we did.
But here's the highlight of our day.
As we were about 2 hours into our trip this morning, Den said,
"Would you like to stop by and see your Grandmother's grave at French Camp?"
I couldn't resist.
That's my Dad's Mom. She died when he was only SIX.
the 5th child being my Dad's Dad, Romeo
(I think she is holding a grandchild here.)
We couldn't see Frank's grave (Romeo's brother) yet since the sprinklers were going over it.