Wednesday, January 13, 2010
On the way home from the beach...July 2009. This is a view of the Mobile tunnel, I always hate to enter it on the way home. It means we are really leaving the beach, the ocean, the waves, the smell of salt water. Only a mere week before, I was filled with
anticipation of seeing the ocean, seafood dinners, and sand between my toes. Now we are on our way home. I think back to the time when I was driving the car and Brian and Kevin were small. I would hollar to the back seat..."Boys, we are going in the tunnel"...they'd wake briefly to humor me. I'd say, "In a minute, we won't be able to hear the radio". It was always strange to believe we were so far under the bay that the radio reception was interrupted. Nowadays, Kevin is driving and I just sit quietly as we go through the tunnel, the music on the CD player never missing a beat. But, I miss not being able to announce "Boys, we won't be able to hear the radio soon. We're going through the Tunnel"!!!!