Why , oh why do I not live somewhere just the weensiest bit warmer?  I may as well be living in Alaska..or Fargo.  Well, it's a moot point so I will just relive memories of warmer places.  Cue the Scooby do hand wave....

Those vacations/road trips always included boredom, lots of fights in the back seat and tons of singing.  My sister and I literally (not figuratively) sang 100 bottles of beer on the wall all the way through 100 to 1.  We started to go into negatives, but my mom put her foot down on that one.  Instead we played a round of "See who can be the quietest"  This was an obvious ploy for a blessed moment of silence, but it  just resulted in us kids trying to make each other laugh so we would "win".  My mom's a saint.

We played a lot of the alphabet game-trying to find a word on a bill board that started with each letter of the alphabet in order.  This is a good game for urban areas, where there are lots of billboards.  Not so great for those long stretches of rural nothingness with only mile markers and exit signs.  Burma shave signs would have been great, but I think they quit being a think by the 70's. We also tried to spot license plates from as many states as possible.  Never did see one from Hawaii.  Go figure.
At least once we made up our own song. Iowa is a beautiful state, but we were driving through the flattest part where the only break from monotony was trying to figure out whether we were driving through corn fields or soy beans.
So, we wrote a song that  went like this

" We took a boring trip on day
Tra la la la la la la lay
Nothing interesting came our way
Tra la la la la la la lay
So we all decided to say
Boring !!! "  (with the lat boring  drawn out with a trill, ala Joanne Worely on Laugh-in )
Obviously none of us ever hit the big time as lyricists

I also remember having to have all of the tires on the car replaced.  Apparently our steel belted radials decided to warp,  Knowing my dad, they were likely the very cheapest tires available, and they did not stand up to the hours of driving in the heat of the south.  I'm pretty sure that was the Tennessee trip.  So four new tires later, our vacation budget was seriously depleted, and we had to stay in the very cheapest hotels we could find. Oh, wait.  That would have happened anyway.  

That's my limit for the day.  I may write more at one time in the future, but my goal is to write everyday,  not to write prolifically everyday