Baby, You Can Drive My Car

Dearest Rachel – Look, I remember full well, going back to when we were exchanging mix tapes, that you didn’t like to be referred to as ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ (although in my defense, I’ll point out that it was you that sent me the titular song by Styx along with your explanation spelling this distasteContinue reading “Baby, You Can Drive My Car”

One Final Trip (part four)

Dearest Rachel – It’s annoying to get reminders of things you need to do at the most inappropriate and inconvenient times. I spent Sunday morning in the audio-visual booth, listening to a sermon entitled ‘Roadtrip’ (about the conversation on the road to Emmaus – it was the week right after Easter, you understand), and foundContinue reading “One Final Trip (part four)”