Never been a fan

I've never been a huge fan of the first day of school.  As a kid it meant no more days at the pool, the beginning of homework and a progressive decrease in daylight that made playing outside less appealing.  As an adult those three factors still make the advent of the school year rather unpalatable.  So on this auspicious day I'll share two pictures from earlier in the summer, and I'll peek at them when the need arises.

Let me share my reason for taking them.  When I was a kid my dad always had a truck.  For a significant portion of my youth the truck looked something like this.  It was a stick shift.  I took my driver's license test in it - parallel parked without power steering.  I don't think it had AC so when it got hot the windows went down.  I won't bore you with all my memories of that truck, suffice it to say there are lots.  Earlier this summer when the weather was good and the trees we still getting green we did a lot of back on forth on the George Washington Memorial Parkway to and from spring soccer practices and games.  If memory serves I took these pictures on the same day within a few hours of each other.

When the boys get in Hosni the windows go down.  About 30% of their upper body (for Bode the number is closer to 40% - he's got a well-developed noggin) goes out and they just watch the world go by.  I remember being tall enough to just barely get my arm out the window.  I also remember later in life finally being tall enough that the length of my forearm from elbow to fingertips covered the distance from the bottom of the window to the top.  They've got a ways to go before their arms will cover that distance, but I hope when it happens I notice, and we're riding somewhere together...in a truck...with the windows down.