When I was a kid, I knew that when Daddy put on his sunglasses we were in for an adventure. He worked hard — both at his job and outside in the garden, the yard, and the barn during his off hours. He’d wear a big straw hat to shade his eyes from the sun.
The sunglasses meant vacation. Trips to Florida, or Helen, or maybe even that weekend we all just took off and went to Fort Payne to get out of town and swim in the hotel pool.
I thought of those times today, as Daddy donned his Ray Bans for our trip to Cartersville to see the Tellus Museum. Looking at the fit of the glasses as he talked while Mother drove brought back a flood of memories. Happy times. Good times.
I add today’s outing to that list. We read about rocks and minerals, wandered by dinosaurs, and strolled through cars and buggies and bikes and aircraft.
I highly recommend the trip. If you go, don’t forget to wear your sunglasses and to make a few memories along the way.