The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to
me. I remember we'd all pile into the car---I forget what kind it
was---and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think
there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in
the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger,
older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then
I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
-- Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey