The Long Drive to Celebrate 50... Because Apparently Texting "Happy Birthday" Isn't Enough
There comes a point in life when your younger brother turns 50, and suddenly you realize two things. First... he's old. Second... wait a minute... if he's 50, that math isn't looking too good for me either. When the invitation came to celebrate his big birthday, I figured, "No problem." Then I looked at the GPS. Three... long... hours. Apparently, my brother couldn't have picked a birthday somewhere around the corner. Nope. He had to live just far enough away that the drive required snacks, gas, another snack, and questioning every life decision that led me to owning a vehicle. The drive started out great. Music was cranked up, windows down, and I was making good time. About an hour in, I started wondering if I had crossed into another time zone. By hour two, I knew every pothole by its first name. By hour three, I was convinced my truck deserved a participation trophy. Finally, I pulled into my brother's driveway. He greeted me with, "Glad you made i...
