Saturday, October 26, 2013

A Blessed Routine

As we walk out the kitchen door to the car Henry explains to me that we are going to be late. We drive the four minutes to school, listening to XM Symphony Hall. Henry asks why I listen to "this music"? I explain that it is "great" music. He shakes his head and smiles. We arrive at a tricky intersection where someone invariably ignores the primary rule of stop signs. I shout above the great music that the first person to the stop sign has the right of way "so go already". I then explain the rule to Henry and he smiles. He knows the rule. We arrive at school on time and I tell Henry not to take any prisoners today. Henry shakes his head, smiles and gets out of the car. I drive on to work.

At Cultural Offering, a dad
tells of his commute.

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