What started as a 35 minute trip down to my hometown ended up as a close to two and a half hour ride in traffic. Serious bumper to bumper, accident on the interstate, I-64, peninsula traffic. Ugh.
Or maybe not.
One of my favorite "friends-who-moved-away-from-Blacksburg" was waiting for me at the end of the ride.
And along the way I did a lot of reminiscing with the help of 2W-D radio, the best of yesterday and today.
I don't know why it amused me so much to listen to the same stations I did as a kid. But music does that to me, takes me back, makes me remember funny things. It's a little easier when you are all by yourself in the car.
No one screaming the same things you're thinking about being stuck on the road.
No one to listen to your not so great singing voice as for just a moment, you are 15 again and listening to your favorite songs.
Sometimes there wasn't even a specific memory, just the feeling of a time long passed, places long left.
When all was said and done, I spent a lot of time in the car and not enough time with Jenny but I was glad for both.