There is a driveway in Hinsdale that I met twenty four years ago. It’s longs and on an incline and it is perfect for sledding. This driveway is at the end of a cul-de-sac that has very little traffic.
The first time that I drove up this driveway was to pick up a girl for a date. I was nervous because I had to meet her Hinsdale parents and explain why a thirty four year old was taking out their twenty three year old daughter.
Yesterday I shoveled this driveway after work. The whole time I was lifting heart attack snow I was thinking about that first date and all the events that transpired as a result.
It snowed a couple months after that first date and I received a phone call to come over and go sledding down the driveway. By this time the ice had melted between me and this girls parents. So I jumped in my car and drove from Oak Park through a snowstorm.
I arrived and was greeted with a big kiss and a mug of alkalined hot chocolate. We sled for an hour from the garage door down to the cul-de-sac. Twenty four years later I found myself in another snow storm shoveling my former Mother in Laws driveway.
Don Shepley had this rule to keep people in your life that at one point thought you were special. The whole time I was lifting that slush yesterday, I was mother fucking Don Shepley.
….But I never divorced that driveway, so there I was on a Tuesday afternoon pushing snow off of it.
The morale of the story?
Don’t date a girl whose parents have a long driveway. You might end up shoveling it twenty four years later.
