I remember those long trips fondly...although the girls may have less benign memories of being stuffed in the back seat of a Honda civic, or driving through the night in a cold trailer, sleeping in a tent through a Nashville tornado and various other adventures more pleasant in the retelling. In those years we went to New Orleans and Lafayette and Myrtle Beach and Austin and Nashville and Hot Springs and stayed in state park cabins and cooked shrimp and fish and ribs and listened to music and drove around the back roads and the girls danced the fais-do-do at Mulattes in Breaux Bridge....lots of good stuff...even though our lives were all a bit strange trying to rearrange various families after marital separations and after Matti died.