In order to understand this letter, I'd like you to go back in time with me to the late 60's and a ranch in deep South Texas.
There you'd find me , home from Saint Mary's Hall for the holidays or summer, driving around the ranch, or driving down the highway to Santa Elena,or San Isidro, or even Hebbronville, if I was really restless.
You see I was entertaining myself, and exploring, and thinking, and day dreaming, and above all listening to music.
I still do the same thing today.
I was so blessed to have parents who understood and trusted and expected the right things.
Living 'in town' for many, many years hasn't provided the same context, but I smile and do it anyway.
Translation: this may not make sense to others.
I know you have this in you.
I've been in the back seat while you were driving.
I love you, Mom
PS: Adele's When We Were Young has been my latest driving go to.
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