Road Trip

Sunday afternoon we got a call. An elderly lady passed away and the daughter wants to bury her mother in a distant city. Even with the price of gas, it would be cheaper to drive her there rather than to send her by plane, so Wednesday yours truly gets to make a four hour drive south. Right now it looks as if I will be riding shotgun with the owner of the funeral home, but that is subject to change without notice. However, it has been brought to my attention that I may be asked to drive the hearse. I would rather not, as I have never driven one before. Still, if I have to do it, there's nothing to be done but climb in the drivers seat and set sail.