Last night, “Daddy writes at least ten pages a day to you in this book so that when you’re older you can read all about my road trips and know how often I thought about you.”
Vinnie flipped through some of the pages and asked, “What’s the title?”
“There is no title, it’s not finished yet. Notice the empty pages? One day, I’m going to give you this book and it’ll have a title then.” He flips to the beginning and points to the chapter named after the Red Hot Chili Peppers song called ‘Road Trippin’.
“Read it to me, daddy.”
It’s about the time I purposely got lost on the Pacific Coast Highway. I read to him about how the Cobalt Blue Pacific Ocean yawns into view as you’re travelling west on Sunset BLVD towards the 1. I read to him about how the West Coast rugged terrain’s beauty was born from all the chaos that comes from sitting on the San Andreas fault. I told him about the steep hills that glitter where the sun reflects off the windows of the beautiful houses scattered among them and how, as you travel North of Malibu, those hillside homes gradually disappear and give way to an unspoiled terrain of gentle slopes covered with swaying grasses and how their confluence of broad colors resemble a constantly changing impressionist painting. I told him how the combination of cool ocean breeze and the warm sun mixed with invigorating vistas is what pacifying on the West Coast is all about.
“I can’t wait for you to see it, buddy!”
“Me too!”
Road Trippin’ With My Favorite Ally
In Road Trippin' on August 9, 2010 at 9:43 am
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