August 18, 2009
End lane of large suburban street,
Riding in burgundy colored mini van - going the posted speed limit (my little police man's in the car...)
Driving back from Target with our wares,
frozen goods and slightly over priced snack foods t
he sky is stone gray. It's not hot...but it's not cold either.
The station is on my favorite preacher, a middle aged black man whose in between verses and he's yelling and talking of hell fire and damnation! I'm driving slowly so I can take everything in he's saying.
I rolled up my window.
Out of no where my middle one ROLLS his HUGE almond eyes at me and says...
"Mom...roll your window down.!"
"Why?" I'm asking him, slightly annoyed at his tone.
"If we just roll our windows down...everyone will hear the preacher talking on the radio and maybe they won't end up going to hell."
Well I was about to go at him for saying "hell" but he was right.
I rolled my window done and smiled his way.