On the Road with RLR Jr

For whatever reason, the return to Richfield seemed to go faster than the trip out. It was just as cold and bleak as the way out. Maybe it was the relief that the goal of the trip had been completed.

Indiana was barely touched on the trip and I have no memory of it at all.

Unlike when Dad's sister-in-law was bringing my grandmother to Richfield from Pittsburgh, we didn't head west for a few hours before realizing we were going the wrong way. In fact, in this age of GPS reliance, more than a few people might be surprised that Dad knew to head east to get home, or to head west to get to Michigan in the first place.

Something of a notorious incident in the family occurred in the early '80s. My grandmother, who lived not in the present but the past of her childhood (and who had no teeth), had been living in the Pittsburgh area with one of Dad's brothers. This brother is mentally retarded (a word that is a technical description, not a pejorative), but was married and had a few kids. His wife was to bring my grandmother from Pittsburgh to Richfield so Dad could oversee her care. Unfortunately, the wife had her own cognitive issues and drove a couple hours into Ohio before realizing she was heading in the wrong direction.

No wrong way home for us. Plenty of opportunity for expletives, though.