Good Directions
There’s a cute country song – Good Directions – that Billy Currington sings these days. It’s about a country boy selling fresh turnip greens off the back of his truck as he crunches on a pork rind.
This girl, the prettiest one he has ever seen, comes along with a “Hollywood” license plate and asks directions to the interstate. He points in the direction she needs and tells her she should stop by the little store and ask Ms. Bell for some of her sweet tea before she gets back on the highway.
He gives her two choices once she gets to the store. Left goes to the interstate. Right brings her to that same place where he is selling greens.
He thinks he’s seeing things in the Georgia sun when he spots the “the woman of his dreams” coming right back there to him. 🙂
These days, if you are driving, you pray for good directions. I mean gas is way too expensive for getting lost.
More importantly, what do people do that drive an hour one way to work every day? Guess they don’t even want to think about driving around for fun.
I used to drive a long way to work when I was living in the country. It was a 45 minute through the swamp everyday. Now I drive less than three minutes to work. On a pretty day, I could even walk there.
My father used to pack us all up in the car on Sunday afternoons when we were young and “taek us for a ride.” We loved going to the waterfalls nearby, driving around the curves and getting so close to the edge that it felt like we were on the verge of going over the falls.
We loved driving around as a family and seeing the local sites.
Then there were the times when I would drive to my favorite mountain town on a Sunday afternoon. The one and one half hour drive took me from the foothills of SC to the mountains of NC. I did that pretty regularly and sure did enjoy the ride straight up that mountain and around those frequent curves where you could see over the edge and way down in the valley.
Yesterday it was such a beautiful day that I seriously considered driving to the beach after work. After all, it was only two hours away and daylight savings time would have given me plenty of daytime once I got there to put my feet in the water and enjoy a drink at one of the restuarants overlooking the beach.
Nope. I didn’t go. Experiencing the prices at my favorite station as I gassed up made me think twice.
I still had going for a ride on my mind though. I called my mother up and asked if she wanted to go for a spin. We picked up a sandwich and drove to the lake, parked, enjoyed seeing all the boats gliding along the clear, calm water, and ate our supper. We then drove around a little more and ended up visiting friends who were sitting on their front porch as we drove by.
Yes, I guess gas is still affordable enough for a local leisurely ride.
My wish for you today is that you are able to manage these gas prices and that you take the time, amidst all essential driving, to enjoy a spin in your wheels and visit friends.
Life is too short not to “take a little ride” on a pretty day.
~ Joellen