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| Publisher's Corner:
07/01/2010
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Let summer begin
For me, a road trip is the epitome of summertime. I remember road trips past, when my mom (a very brave woman) would pile the kids and luggage into the station wagon and drive us from Houston to West Virginia, to visit my grandparents and other relatives. We had moved to Texas in 1968, when I was eight years old, but Mom’s heart never left the Mountain State. Hence the long, fun summers in places like White Sulphur Springs and Fairmont, swimming in rivers, catching fireflies in jars, and eating corn fresh-picked from the garden. My brothers and I would have contests to see who could eat the most, and many discussions about whether it was better to go down the row like a type-writer, or around the circle. On those long drives across the south (when Dad was conveniently working and would have to fly out and join us later) we would pester, complain, and dream of the motel swimming pool that awaited us at the end of the day. We would fight over who could sit up front and who could hang over the seat and bother them. (Seatbelts? What seatbelts?) When Mom had had it with us she would start to slam on the brakes and then we knew we’d gone too far. Sometimes I would lie down across the back if there was room and try to read a book without getting car sick, usually without success. Once we hit Gauley Mountain it was hopeless. I’ve probably thrown up on every road in West Virginia. On another road trip, Mom, Dad, my little brother and our dog, Rusty, rented a Winnebago and went to look for my great grandfather’s grave somewhere in Illinois. I was about to start college, so it must’ve been August. All I remember is many back roads and cemeteries in various states of disrepair. When we finally found the right one we were jubilant, and headed off toward our campground for the evening, when someone asked, “Where’s Rusty?” We had left him two graveyards behind, and a panicked search ensued. We finally saw a tiny speck, kicking up dust running down the road. The poor dog had probably been running up and down looking for us for hours. He was so upset with us that he didn’t wag his tail again until the next day. So now we’re about to go off on our own road trip, and our own start to the summer. We should remind you that we traditionally do not publish a July 15 issue. We’ll be back in town, and back on our twice-a-month schedule with the Aug. 1 issue. That gives you plenty of time to take part in our annual Pictures with the Press Photo Contest. To enter, all you need to do is take a picture with the Kenwood Press somewhere in the photo. It could be obvious, it could be subtle. All the details can be found on page 10. There are cash prizes to be won, so get creative! – AQP |
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