My wife and I are in my hometown of Springfield, Ohio this weekend to visit my Grandparents and my Mom who just had knee replacement surgery. Springfield is a little over 6 hours from Nashville, TN and my wife and I always have fun on these long drives. Our dog Charlie is of course bored but after a long day at Pup Scouts (doggy day care) he just sleeps the entire trip. Sometimes we can snap at each other but that is usually because we are hungry and after stopping at one of the high quality fast food restaurants we are fine. These trips always have moments but one moment seems to always stick out and this trip was no different.
We were driving through Cincinnati and making great time. Springfield is about 75-80 minutes from the ‘Nati and we thought we were going to make it to my Mom’s house before midnight. Then I-75 became a parking lot. Living in Nashville I am used to backups on the interstate, usually it involves gawkers looking at something novel like a guy changing his tire or a cop pulling over a speeder, you know stuff that has never been seen.

I thought this was the same thing until I realized that unlike Tennessee drivers, Ohio drivers know what they are doing. Even though the traffic was moving we were still going slow and then my wife busted out the Blackberry and looked at her map application to see if there was another route. We were outside Cincinnati so it was to late to hit the loop that goes around the city so she was trying to find the quickest way to my Mom’s house and started typing in the address. She was typing in one address and I was telling her another address. One of us was wrong and she bet that it was me.
This should have been my first clue, whenever my wife is willing to bet she is going to win and sure enough she was right. We had another nice laugh at my expense, a very common occurrence in our household and got through the traffic. We made it to Springfield around 12:30 this morning and we are looking forward to a great visit with my family. We are also looking forward to making more memories on our trip back to Nashville.
You can remember how much time was on the clock of the Duke game for the final shot 10 years ago, but you can’t remember your mom’s address?
Have a safe trip bro. Did I ever tell you that my family is from Toledo Ohio?