I was struck this morning by a memory. Do you ever get blindsided by something that you really shouldn't be able to remember? I mean, I often cycle similar thoughts and memories through my mind or at least recognize the places I drift to as a place I've visited in the not-too-distant past.
But this morning I was half asleep, fighting the good fight and resisting the urge to drift and I started dreaming. I was driving in a car with my dad, looking out the window through a patchwork of trees and sun, past homes and up a hill. It's warm, maybe summer or spring. When we reach the top, there's the prettiest view of the Hudson River.
I opened my eyes and knew the name of the road. Prickly Pear Hill Rd. And it hadn't been a dream, it had actually happened. I must have been about 10 or 11 when we took that drive and if I remember correctly, it was just a detour. We decided to take the service roads instead of the highway on our way home. Strange, but I remember it all as if it was the most important detour the two of us had taken together.
Thought I'd write it down. Don't want to forget it.
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