Memories from the Backseat
May 11, 2009 Musings No CommentsAs a child, many of my most vivid memories come from the times I was seating in the backseat, my father driving my mother and me home for the evening. The backseat has always been an introspective place for me, the long drives a chance for me to feign sleep while my mind wandered all over the world of fantasy and philosophy.