Songs For Your Day

There are many things I miss about the various places I’ve lived, for example, cafes in Paris. They just don’t exist here. Barbecue from Georgia – not any of this Indiana sauce smothered nonsense. That just doesn’t exist here. But I cannot see good reason why people cannot wave as they pass each other on the road here.

When I visit family in Georgia and we drive somewhere, except for on the highway, and a car comes near each driver lifts a hand up from the steering wheel just a tad to wave.

At the very beginning of the summer I registered for a kayak clinic at the Nantahala Outdoor Center in North Carolina. Kyle drove me down so that he could take that week to go kayaking with some old friends, and take advantage of all the recent rainfall. As we got closer, especially after Highway 129 (an 11 mile stretch of road taking you from Tennessee to North Carolina with 303 hairpin turns, known as the Tail of the Dragon to motorcyclists) we saw more and more cars with kayaks on their car racks. Now waving at 55 mph is kind of hard, which is why I’ve usually just done it in neighborhoods or city streets, but every time we passed a car with a kayak, Kyle and the other person waved.

We passed a Jeep with two kayaks – they waved.
There was a Suburban on the side of the road with people outside getting ready to put in to the river. They all waved.

Even though we don’t live in the same city, or the same neighborhood, we all love the same wonderful thing. Just wave.

Toodles,

Rebecca