on the road...

as with vcr's, computers, dvd players, dialup internet connections, dsl internet connections and hummus(??), i always said i'd never have need of a blog. well, i was wrong all those times, and i was wrong this time too. i've never thought i was interesting enough, and if i did have something interesting to say, why wouldnt i just email it to whoever i wanted to say it to and be done with it? then all these people i know started blogging about stuff like racism on school campuses, and where the heck are all the youth in our churches going, so i figured, well, you still dont have to have a blog, you can just comment on other peoples' blogs. well, no, you cant. not unless you have a blog. so now i have a blog...

"ridin with the King" has a lot of significance to me...

#1, its a killer song. most folks attribute it to b.b. king and eric clapton, but go back to 1983 and find the original on john hiatt's album of the same name.

b) i love driving, but before i loved driving, i loved riding. oh the places we would go! (apologies to dr. seuss) the drive from jersey city to my aunt's house in teaneck was all of about 30 minutes, but it seemed like we were going cross-country, baby! imagine my sheer ecstacy when we actually piled in the car (me, my dad and my uncle) and drove to MICHIGAN! 16 straight hours of asphalt heaven! so, when the momentous occasion finally arrived (my 17th birthday, the year of every teenager's emancipation in new jersey) and i got my license, it was all over... except for that part about not having my own car. dad was kind of funny that way... HE had to buy his own first car, and the tradition was passed down.

finally, but most significantly, there came a time in my life when i figuratively had to slide on over to the passenger side and let the King take the wheel. i got to driving down some pretty dangerous roads... they were wide and spacious for sure, but they were deadly. so He swung the car around and we got on this narrow little road. and it isnt always a smooth road by any means, but its fun, and its an adventure even better than driving all night to michigan, cause i'm riding with the King.

now then... where'd them racists and disaffected teenagers get off to...........