While I was driving I suddenly remembered that when Bill and I first moved to the 'back of beyond' in 1991 we went to that bar one night with some friends.
It was a fun night. We drank a few beers, played some pool and sat on the deck laughing and talking.
When it was time to go home, I drove. It's only two miles down the main road and as I was driving along I was chattering about what a good time I had and how nice it was to have a fun little bar so close to home.
"Boy," I said. "This is so cool. It only takes a couple minutes to get home."
"Well it would", Bill replied calmly, "If you hadn't just driven by our road."
I smiled remembering that.
To be fair, our turn is on a curve and at least half the time there is no road sign as people keep knocking it down, not to mention you'd have to drive at least five miles to find anything resembling a streetlight.
If he were alive, he'd be laughing at me for feeling like I have to justify something that happened 25 years ago. WTH!