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"!!!!
4 comments:
Hi Beverly,
Love your new look!
Your memories of announcing the tunnel are sweet. I loved those rides with my parents and then doing the same with my children.
It reminds me to slow down and savor those type of moments that still exist each day in our lives.
I do not like tunnels!!! Liked your sharing and it brought back memories of times past. Love your new header - of times past!!
All is well.
My kids would look forward to tunnels. I don't know what the fascination was, but I suppose it was different.
I try not to think about all the water overhead when we ride the BART to San Francisco and BART goes under the Bay.
We go through that same tunnel every year when we go to the beach and having relatives in Florida, we traveled through that tunnel many times when I was younger :) I too remember the radio losing reception but now when we go through it with the kids, they're DVD players don't miss a beat. Never really thought about it until your post!
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