March 4, 2011

I love driving home, even when the drive is long and annoying and super super rainy. Home is just so right, whether or not I go back there any time soon for good. You can take the girl out of Kentucky, but you can't take the Kentucky out of the girl. Brenton has a song that is still tentatively titled, but I call it (and now he calls it, often) "Coming Home". He wrote it and it is a beautiful guitar song, and the strains are haunting and when you hear it, it sounds like a country summer sunset  and feels like when I round the bend on I-75 after merging away from 64 and see the sign that says 'Airport Lexington' and I know that within 10 minutes I'll be back where I belong.

An every good road trip, as always will be known by my best best friend Shawn Michael Coner, needs a Speedway slushie.