I have a new respect for my brother-in-law Tom who owns a trucking business. If I were to switch places with him, we’d both be miserable—for I absolutely hate to ride in a car for hours upon hours and he would rather die than sit at a computer all day. I don’t know how he does it.
With this song stuck in my head and 12 hours of highway behind us, I’m happy to tell you we made it safely back to Magnolia Street. Praise God.