This is about a little adventure my wife and I had during our recent trip to West Virginia. I need to set the stage for this one. Stick with me long enough, and you’ll understand the where and why of it all.
The more I write, the more I realize the punchline isn’t the important part. How you get there is just as important, and if done correctly, more memorable.
In life, how we get where we are is what makes us. Don’t ever forget your past…even the painful parts.
Growing up in West Virginia, one of my fondest memories involved staying with my dad’s parents. I loved all of my grandparents, but these two lived a simpler life than the rest of the family – no phone, no TV service, a wringer-washer, and a whole world of “country living” that I had eventually to love and embrace.
I’m going to be a little candid here. I wasn’t born in West Virginia. I was born in Detroit, MI. The Motor City. Home of Ford Motor Company. In fact, I could see the Ford Vehicle Operations plant from the top of the train tracks behind my house. Continue reading