I passed my licensing exam last Wednesday and the very same day made my way down to St. Louis to enjoy Thanksgiving with my folks and the family. Much to my chagin, I drove right into the teeth of a wicked snowstorm that had me PARKED on the 39-55 interchange outside of Bloomington for nearly two hours. The rest of the way down was just as slowgoing until I reached Springfield. All in all, it took me 12 hours to reach my destination when it should normally only take me half as long. Thank God for front wheel drive!
But despite all the trouble it took me to get there, I'm glad that I was able to spend that time with my folks. I know this is a cliche, (but it's a cliche for a good reason) I didn't realize how much I really missed them until I got to spend time with them again. Watching football and war movies with the old man is always fun, and you can't beat homecooking despite what all the restaurant advertisers may tell you.
I wish I could have stayed longer, but I had to come back to the home office in Milwaukee to fill out some paperwork before I head for sales training in Cedar Falls, IA. Wow! Another five hours on the freeway. Plus there is another snowstorm headed in that direction. Not exactly a thought I am relishing, but it's gotta be done.