From left to right, in the back seat of my Auntie Joy's car with Auntie Kathryn, and my mom in the middle. The shortest one ALWAYS gets the hump for their feet. That's the rule.
"We're going to be late!" She said. "We can't be late - everyone will be there by 10am."
It's okay, mama - we'll get there. We are on our way. It only STARTS at 10am, and not everyone will be there just waiting for you to walk in the door at 10am!
We were on our way to Caribou Coffee, a chosen destination for the 2017 reunion of the Bloomington Rink Rats - a group of roller skating kids who banded together in the 1950s for Friday and Saturday nights of safe fun, skating competition (all in good sport!) and exercise - but most of all, life-long friendship building.
I'm sure at 15 years old (some younger, some older) they weren't aware of how much their friendships would mean to them over the coming decades, and I as a daughter had no real clue about how deep these devotions to each other ran, but I was soon to find out.
But first - some YARD SALES! It's a Mach-Girls tradition any time we are together. Oh, the laugher and fun and thrill of the hunt.
"Look! There's a sign! Let's stop!"
"Anyone catch the address?" (Car full of the Mach 5 pulling a "U-ey" and doubling back to find out)
"Got it!" And off we went.
Evidently the Rink Rats can wait if there is a yard sale to stop at. "Just 5 minutes -- we'll make it a quick one!" (Yeah, right!)
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