Leave it to Leonor #466

This week, I’m thinking about car rides. When I was a kid, I was in a car a lot. My father owned boat-sized Cadillacs and enormous vans with a plush bench in the back and big seats in the middle. Every Saturday, he’d drive us down the West Side Highway to Brighton Beach to visit my brothers. His ex-wife would glare at him while welcoming my sister and I in with open arms and feeding us pancakes.