tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25082628.post115248637156315628..comments2024-03-24T13:51:58.601-05:00Comments on Desert's Child: Dream CarsKatie Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09159503802660122104noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25082628.post-1152489842364576062006-07-09T19:04:00.000-05:002006-07-09T19:04:00.000-05:00Your memories touched deep wells of resonance with...Your memories touched deep wells of resonance with me.<BR/><BR/>Long before it was known to be a dangerous thing to do, I was the kid who loved to lie on the rear window "shelf" of my father's 1958 Studebaker. <BR/><BR/>I loved the long, slow drives home from the family ritual of Sunday visits with relatives.<BR/><BR/>I'd watch the stars and imagine shapes or word messages from God.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Katie, for this lovely piece. Frome one grandmother to another, I think our grandbabies bring out the best in us.Elizabeth Kaetonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06787552280232329081noreply@blogger.com