Irish On The Road

What started out as a cross country odyssey with a couple of gals in a Big Yellow Truck has now become a quest to find the perfect two-seater.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Time Travel


It isn't often that I have the luxury of traveling backwards through the time-space continuum, which is probably good considering the expense. Time travel requires a nice outfit, new shoes, my hair done, and make up. It also requires stamina. Gripping a steering wheel for 8 or more hours while I drive back through the decades is tiring. Having to deal with TSA if I chose to fly back in time is tedious. All in all, time travel is hard. But it's worth it.

The gin and tonic hummed happily in my veins and I smiled as I sank my bare feet into the grass. The Winner sat across from me chattering. It didn't matter what she was saying, her words were animated, happy, adolescent. Next to her was "her best friend from high school," his face as familiar to me today as it was decades ago. He did what he has always done, listened, watched, and grinned his Cheshire cat grin. The years spin backwards while tales of prep school are told.

Yes! This is how it was in 1978. The Winner and I blathering on and on, our best friend taking it in and smiling. It is possible to go back. Time travel doesn't require atomic powered Energy-To-Matter Converters. Time travel simply requires surrounding yourself with the people who love you and who remember what you looked like when you were a size 8.