Was tooling up I-75 in Mom's minivan, hauling her up to Toledo to see nephew-in-jail.
She was knitting away in the shotgun seat, and I was listening to the radidio while
the electric foot (aka cruise control) handled the "no need to notice me, Officer" part of things.
Had an EZ-listening vintage rock station on, and something odd about the song kept nagging me --
"...I don't remember it sounding quite that way..."
And then I glanced over and discovered why it sounded unusual.
There was my 83 year old mother, knitting contentedly, singing "Time After Time" in harmony with Cyndi Lauper...
I didn't say a word...just concentrated on the horizon and kept on truckin'...
Mom was having fun.
Good.
83-year-old girls just wanna have fun...they've earned it...