There was a frog in the road
I got to spend some time with a childhood friend this weekend. One I hadn't seen in many, many years. We met at Wildcat's Den in Questa, picked up lunch to go, and drove out to the property and had a picnic lunch with his son, my mom, Brandon and my son. We talked about everything, literally. But, during our conversations, we talked about what we did as kids. He said he used to run home immediately after school to make sure he caught Duck Tales and Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers. I mentioned that I usually took the scenic route home and missed those shows. He laughed and said that I often took the scenic route to school too. Then he told a story about how I was about 40 minutes late to school one day. The teacher asked where I was and all I said was "There was a frog in the road." I didn't elaborate any further than that. Brandon laughed and said that that sounded exactly like me. I got to thinking about what Brandon said later. He was right, that did