Question of the Day!

I was the youngest of 4 children: Brother was firstborn (12 years older than me), Sister 1 (9 years older than me), and Sister 2 (6 years older than me). Mom was a stay-at-home parent. Dad worked for the state road division as an engineer, drawing road plans.

Sometimes during the summer break, I'd finagle a chance from Dad to ride along when he had to check on roadwork progress and needed to stop by his office to review details. Once we entered his office, he introduced me to the secretary who assisted him. He would ask me to hold my cupped hands out and fill them with all the loose change he had in his pockets. His assistant would then show me where the vending machines were located. On the return trip home, I'd lie down on the front seat to nap. During the school year, he would sometimes drop me off at the loading and departing zone at elementary school. He would drive his state vehicle, I'd get out of the car, and I'd be questioned by friends, was my dad a police officer? There were state decals on the car doors: Department of Transportation.

On the weekends, my parents indulged in the consumption of alcohol and often hid the bottle of booze in different areas of our house. One day, I was cleaning my room and wanted to flip my bed mattress over. What did I find... a half bottle of Old Crow alcohol. While holding the mattress up, I yell for Mom to come to my room. She entered, asking what was wrong. I showed her what I found under my mattress and told her from that day forward, my room was off-limits for their game of hide the booze bottle.

GaelicQueen