Author: Edward Guenther
Written: November 20th, 2011
It was a great Grand Canyon vacation trip for Jereme and his family. That is, if you ignore the fact that they were fogged out of seeing the Canyon. Oh yea, and that other thing … the drop of oil.
It started with a very simple decision: Jereme and his dad did not want to “camp” inside the van with his mom and three sisters: Rebekah, Crystal, and Rachel. it was unbelievably cramped and Dad insisted that he could NOT sleep sitting up. Period. So the two boys decided to camp UNDER the van, in case of rain. If only they had been so lucky!
It was two o’clock in the morning when the single word “Dad” bounced around the tail pipes. Now as it happened, Jereme’s Dad had not slept a wink. NOT ONE WINK. The toxic mixture of oil and gas smells may have been cross circuiting his brain, who knows.
At the declaration “Dad” Jereme’s dad came a bit unglued. He replied “What?” way too abruptly and his attempt to sound sleepy was wasted on Jereme. Jereme knew. Also, Jereme’s Dad had been secretly plotting in his polluted mind to abandon his son under the van and enter the domain of the girls.
“Did you know it’s snowing out, Dad?”
“What of it?” Dad shivered … no extra blanket.
“Did you know that I got a drop of oil in my eye?”
That was the acceptable excuse. They scooted out of there quick and piled into a van that comfortably slept four. They made it six. Low down girlish comments and ridicule was hurled at them but they didn’t care. They just wanted an oil free sleep-easy.
