Sunday, June 26, 2011
It's easy to miss. Off U. S. 1, County Road 15 wanders along the Banana River and is not designed for speeders. But, some time in the late summer of 1999, knowing how much Daddy enjoyed that drive, we laid a towel on his seat in case he had an accident, and crawled along 15, Daddy's artist heart cherishing the attractiveness of our favorite riverside homes and glorying in the rich pinks and oranges of the sunset. I tried to remember every detail because I knew it might be and, as it turns out, was our last time taking that drive.