Simple Pleasures

Picture this:  Three women, ages 57, 70, and 83, cruising along the road that hugs the shoreline of Lake Michigan, in a '95 Mustang convertible.  The top was down, and even though our highest speed barely reached 45 mph, we had to work fast to keep our ice cream cones from turning into dribble down our arms.  The sun was shining and hot when we'd stop, but the free-flowing air as the car was in motion kept us more than comfortable.  It almost seemed as if we had gone back in time.  With nothing over our heads but the clean blue sky, we were released from the normal day-to-day errands that usually take place in a car.  Instead, we enjoyed the company of friends while driving down memory lane.  And the 50 cent ice cream cone didn't hurt, either. 

Need I say more?