Time and Distance......

..... go back about 30 years, My Dad was living in Kensington Avenue in Salt lake with my Stepmother. Dad didn't drive and occasionally I would call to see if they would like to go for a ride. I took Lilian and David with me, and after we picked them up we drove to HobbleCreek Canyon in Utah Valley. Who knew it was there? I still don't think I could go back there, but.... that was where we ended up. As we passed the Point of the Mountain and came to a mileage board David said (with disgust as only an 8 year old can)"it's 22 miles to Provo....!!!!!" and his Grandpa said,"YES!!!!! and when I am dead and gone it will still be 22 miles to Provo".
Silence from the back seat. But guess what? it is still 22 miles to Provo and everytime I pass this sign, or David does we call each other to say "it is 22 miles to Provo". Family traditions are created from less. And eventually when I am gone perhaps his kids will call him and say, "it is 22 miles to Provo" I hope so. :o)

Not that I am going anywhere.