The "automatic window"

The « automatic window »

On Sunday, February 19^th ( With a grin,Daddy would have said « Today is my birthday-the 19^th!)

we drove Daddy hometaking the old familiar route. This was the only way.

As we changed drivers in the Green Hornet near Ft Wayne, Bill went to ride shotgun with Chris and

Daddy.It was time to enter I-69. Bill designated Leah as driver, Mary Katherine was up front

with her. I sat in the back seat behind Leah. We drove, chatted a little, maintained silence a lot.

I still could not fathom where we heading. It was surreal. An out-of-the-body experience-

Then suddenly the Green Hornet's rear passenger window opened up all by itself. Just enough to allow some fresh air in. (Remind you of someone?) Leah's first reaction upon being startled by the sudden sucking of an open car window at 75 m.p.h. was something like, « Aunt Vonnie, what are you doing back there? » I do not recall her exact words. I merely assured her that I hadn't been

playing with the window controls. I said, « You are the only one who has access to all window

buttons, but you have had both hands on the steering wheel. « It couldn't have been Mary K. either.

After I closed the window I remarked that Daddy liked to roll down a back window from time to

time when we would drive down to Bloomington. Just think of the symphonic music for a moment.

Why try to find an explanation when we all know WHO it was. Too many similar things took place

in those days. Deliverance and comfort. Daddy's thoughtfulness knew no bounds. On the road again. He had to have enjoyed the ride with us.