Mike and Kristina will be embarking on a cross country trip in a week or so. Kristina will be starting a new job banding owls about an hour outside of Fresno. They are taking 5-6 days to drive out to CA.
I’ve been joking and finding the worst music I can find – Hello Kitty soundtracks, Dora the Explorer music – you name it, anything I can think of that will drive Mike nuts. I’ve suggested 40 hours of continuous Sesame Street music as well.
The truth is, when you are traveling, the music is important. Some music I can’t stand if I’m stuck in traffic. You’d think if I normally liked it, I would be fine sitting listening but for some reason, I get aggravated.
One time, my sister, dad and I were driving to NY for a family reunion. We were stuck in heavy traffic and my sister insisted on listening to NPR instead of music. I was willing to listen to the Spanish station – anything but the drone of some story about foreclosed homes in Arizona interrupted with requests for money as it was during their annual fund-raising campaign. I announced if they asked for money one more time I would scream in the car. They asked, I screamed. “That’s it,” my Dad said, sort of laughing, both out of shock and fear that I’d gone insane. He told my sister to change the station. Of course, there was nothing better on. Back to the damn foreclosures.
When I worked for a property management firm in Richmond, I would travel once a week to Charlottesville, where we had another property. The Eagles were my go to group for the trip. I’m not sure how I got into the habit of listening to only the Eagles during those trips, but that was the routine.
Today I’m taking a road trip with my sister to visit my Aunt and Uncle in PA. We take this trip a few times a year but instead of listening to the radio, we just talk. No one asks for money. It’s grand.
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