Are We There Yet?
Lots of people have bucket lists.
Climbing Mount Everest, riding a hot air balloon, sky diving — actually those are on my things-I’d-never-do-in-a-million-years list.
I have kept a bucket list of sorts for my kids. Not big things, just simple joys of childhood.
We have an old van.
We don’t live in it, and it’s not parked down by the river (RIP Chris Farley).
But it is not what you’d call a luxury-mobile.
People often hear us coming. There’s a muffler issue. It might even smell a bit exhausty.
It’s officially September and we’ve all survived the transition back to school. Not without a few challenges.
Like remembering when school actually starts.
Several eager freshmen were among the first students at Central High School on Aug. 20. Trouble was, they were about an hour early.
We asked some Facebook friends to share their best (worst?) road-trip horror stories. Read on if you dare. And add your own to the list with a comment below, or email firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll post it for you:
From Judy Argentieri, Champaign:
We just completed an epic road trip.
(Note: This column ran in the June 10, 2014 edition of The News-Gazette.)
Every wedding has those unforgettable moments — the walk down the aisle, the first dance, the low-speed car chase.
Twenty years ago this month, as my husband and I prepared to pledge our lifetime vows, our wedding party was riveted by a fugitive in a white Bronco.