1985 Road Trip with Dad and Dairy Queen
Roll back to 1985...I just got my driver's license, and with my dad, in a blue Saab 900 Turbo , we lived our Summer headed for the East Coast...it was a time of bonding, a time of learning who this man really was...a time of just discovering that all roads lead somewhere. Turns out, we had a lot in common. Number one on the commonality list: Dairy Queen Blizzards. The highlight of that trip was driving across our great country, the wind tangled in my hair as it whipped through the sunroof, Bon Jovi blaring through the speakers and reading out loud Peter Jenkins's " Walk Across America" and stopping at EVERY DQ we saw for one delicious Blizzard after another. I loved the Turtle Blizzard best. Dad? He was more of an M&M kinda guy. Occasionally, while on our Blizzard High, we settled in at a DQ table for a cheeseburger, all-beef hot dog, and onion rings. I can smell them even now. Exhausted and yet exhilarated, wanting the trip to never end. A break in the sce...