I went on a road trip a couple weeks ago.
That’s stretching it.
That conjures up images of driving under sunny skies, smiling with the roof top down and music blaring.
I had to travel to Ohio for a funeral. In February.
The funeral was for a cool guy who truly loved music, and found a way to enjoy life no matter what life threw at him.
So as we headed back to New York, I snapped this photo at a gas station. Because I realized that odds are, at least one person managed to see the beauty in eating cheap food, perched at this picnic table, by a highway, in a shithole town, in the shadow of a gas pump.
Or, maybe someone just changed a baby’s diaper on it.
Either way…here’s to the people who see beauty wherever it can be found…