There were lots more lines in our scripts when I was a kid…..
What with three kids crammed in the back seat for two or three thousand miles…
and my Dad dragging us out of our motels before sunrise….
Some of the rules were
100 miles before breakfast…
and at least 100 after dinner.
No stopping for the night before sunset….
or before 600 miles for the day.
The dialog included….
“S/he’s touching/looking at/pushing me…”
“It’s my turn for….
a window… the pillow….
the red Lifesaver…. "
you name it, we fought over it…..
Oh, and since Dad insisted on smoking three cigars a day with the windows rolled up….
“I need to throw up.”
September 13, 2014
There were lots more lines in our scripts when I was a kid…..
What with three kids crammed in the back seat for two or three thousand miles…
and my Dad dragging us out of our motels before sunrise….
Some of the rules were
100 miles before breakfast…
and at least 100 after dinner.
No stopping for the night before sunset….
or before 600 miles for the day.
The dialog included….
“S/he’s touching/looking at/pushing me…”
“It’s my turn for….
a window… the pillow….
the red Lifesaver…. "
you name it, we fought over it…..
Oh, and since Dad insisted on smoking three cigars a day with the windows rolled up….
“I need to throw up.”