April 14, 2006
My grandfather asked that I drive him from El Paso, TX to Durango, a couple of days a go. Beginning at 6 AM I drove 12 hours like a madman trying to make sure I didn’t miss my pre-paid return bus. I’m writing this from the bus at 2 AM.
Though the drive down was rushed, I cherished every minute of the time I had to spend with my grandpa in which he told story after story of his political and ecclesiastical negotiations and business dealings in Mexico back in the good old days. Every road, river, mountain, and bend along the way accompanied a captivating story from his personal life or from the history of the land.
During one of our pit stops I found that the rest rooms were not clearly labeled. It was impossible to make out which side was for women or men. Fortunately I choose right. Unfortunate for the guy after me, he chose wrong :-P
