Joy Ride

When my father was a young boy he lived with his grandparents, in Flint Michigan. Each week his grandfather, Thomas Clint, would go bowling, and sometimes dad would go with him. Once, when Dad was about 13, he grew a little restless waiting for his grandpa to finish bowling.

Dad decided to go for a bit of adventure, so he slipped from the bowling alley and took his grandpa’s car for a spin. He drove around town, having a grand time, when he realized it was about time to get back to the bowling alley, before his grandpa discovered he was missing.

When he returned, Dad realized someone had taken his parking space. In fact, the parking lot was full. He had no choice but to park the vehicle a distance from his original parking space.

Later, when Dad and his grandpa walked from the bowling alley to the car, Thomas looked perplexed, shaking his head as he mumbled to no one in particular, “I didn’t realize I parked this far out.”

(Photo:Thomas Duncan Clint)