I remember Sunday mornings, every Sunday morning, my family (which was never just a mom, dad, and a brother) would drive into town with the purpose of going to Sunday school. Sunday school was great, and bad, I suppose it depended on the day, but I always enjoyed one part of our journey into down town Butler, Pa. The twenty minute drive seemed to take forever. While my uncle would play his game boy and my grandparents would talk, I would be watching the world roll past my window as I bounced over endless hills in the back seat of my Grandpap's 94 Dodge Intrepid. I waited, waited, and waited... It was upon an extra sharp turn, and the Court House would come into view. It was never a surprise to anyone in the car that we would be able to see it, we all knew it was coming and when it would be visible. But, that never stopped me from yelling when we went around that bend, "I see the Court House!"
To win, you had to be the first to yell it. I loved to win. Trying my hardest to keep my excitement in as we would round that turn, as to not alert my opponents of this on going game, I waited week after week for the tall pointed building to come into view. I loved to win. I loved Sunday Morning drives.
