What Passes For Time Travel
Saturday, July 29th, 2006Today the family is off for it’s annual time shift to visit the Renaissance. This is a tradition with the wife and I for as long as we’ve been together, and my daughter has never missed a year since her very first summer. This time, as friends are coming, we’re borrowing the neighbor’s minivan which, if we can sustain a speed of exactly 88 MPH, should be able to propel us backward in time.
I’ve got this fantasy going that when I retire, I’ll grow my beard longer, dress in renaissance drag, and stroll the grounds as a troubadour ogling the women all day. What a life!
If you ever find yourself (under mysterious circumstances) driving on I-94 through the Illinois/Wisconsin border on a weekend in the summer, you owe it to your progeny to spend a day at Bristol. Good times for everyone!