Hammerheads

Ang, Scout, and I drove up to see our Grama Doris this month. We stopped along the way to take pictures of the places that have not changed since we were kids.

There aren't many left, but this is one of them.

Going to see Grama Doris was always the best kind of weekend, and still is. Whenever we see the oil rigs off the side of the 2-lane highway, it means we're close.

My giant, iron friends, stuck in their perpetual bow, pointing us in the direction of milkshakes, AM radio, and the river.

I drive straight, and glance to the side.

Hi guys.