Call us wild and crazy, but my wife and I opted to ring in the new year by spending it with our toddler grandson and his parents, who live in Kansas City.
We got a late start on the six-hour journey, so we decided to break it up by spending a night in a hotel at the halfway point. This option became imperative when we ran into an impenetrable wall of fog which, combined with the nighttime darkness, reduced visibility to approximately 2 feet beyond our headlights.
“I can barely see 2 feet ahead of us!” muttered my wife who was at the wheel and has a penchant for stating the obvious. “You’d better find us a hotel soon or else.”
“Or else what?” I replied.
“Or else I’ll pull over to the shoulder and we’ll sleep in the car!”
We have a nice car, but it contains numerous hard surfaces; it isn’t a model …