Let's Go For a Ride

As the "feels like" temperature glistened at 100 I realized the little girl in my soul is waiting for my daddy to get home from work and utter those magic words "Let's go for a ride!" Of course there was no air conditioning back in the 1950s so the cure was a long car ride with the windows opened. My brother, and I would be hustled into our pajamas . We'd carry our pillows and out to the car we went. Very often the rides took us into Wisconsin to search out the northern coolness of a summer night. The firefly show would be intense and the heat lightening danced between clouds. Then the delight of stopping at a drive-up for Green Rivers or (heaven in a frosted mug) root beer floats. Dad would drive us from the heat into cool. He drove until we slept. With the magic of family my brother and I would fall asleep wrapped in the wonder of fireflies, root beer, and love. I don't remember coming home, only waking up in my own bed. Hoping for more summer nights too intensely hot to sleep. 

I'm waiting to hear, "Let's go for a ride".