On the way back home there were two routes to pick from : the short route and the pretty route...
Dad would always pick the pretty route...
That was his philosophy in life : "So what if you get home five minutes later than you are supposed to; you gotta enjoy the ride..."
Happy Birthday Baba joon...
Thank you for all the rides...
Labels: ordinary stories
My dad too.
it wouldn't even occur to my dad that one might take the long pretty road...he has a joy quota he strictly sticks to it!
I very much hope U used past tense by error, or. . .I am very worried about that last post now.
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