The view from the mountainous seat came with a small price to pay bouncing and jiggling guts all over the place. It was a place of honor riding next to my dad. Queen for a day on the way to the grain elevator. I have no recollection of the reason he was working for this particular person and franky I didn’t care because it was a special day. I know we got up really early to ride across areas I hadn’t ever seen before and he pointed and told me of this and that and I shook my head and laughed. I’m sure I also was wide eyed from the visual heighth alone. We arrived at the destination to either leave or fill the trailer with the golden nuggets to be either left or taken to destination unknown as well. I’m sure this was also a smokin’ moment but being able to be alone with my dad in his place of employment to see parts unknown across the miles, it didn’t matter how long I waited, because this was his file cabinet so to speak. One of many offices with endless windows across the miles. I’m sure you can only imagine what this created in the life and mind of bustersdaughter, jiggled guts and all.
Time has passed and people are gone now that I could have asked to fill in the details to enlighten one and all of this special journey, if I embellish, it just means how extra special it became in my life like the extra lick from the frosting bowl. But even that didn’t measure up to the delightful day in the Mac truck at the Grain elevator.
Bustersdaughter Remembering 