When I was in high school, my parents said I was not allowed to hang out on the Causeway. So, I used to go hang out and drink beer on the Causeway with my friends.
For those of you that are not from Florida or are not familiar with causeways, the definition is “A raised roadway, as across water or marshland”. In our case, a bridge with small natural beaches going across Tampa Bay.
When I used to go to the Causeway on Friday nights, if I drove, there was often sand in the car the next day. My Mom would say “Sarah, there is sand in the car. Why is there sand in the car?”. And I (not being one to waste time making up lies to tell my parents, and also being a confrontational teenager), would say to my mother “That is because there is sand on the Causeway.” After that, the exchange would usually go something like this:
My Mom: “You are not allowed to go to the Causeway.”
Me: “I know.”
My Mom “Why don’t you just lie to me like other teenagers?”
Me: “Okay, next time I will tell you I am going out to a movie and to get ice cream, and if I don’t come home, look for me dead on the Causeway.”
Anyway, last night we were coming home from Indian Rocks Beach and I got a flat tire – on the Causeway. It’s not really funny, but my Mom and the Goon Squad were with me. It was me, my Mom and both of my children, hanging out on the Causeway. Even though they weren’t the best circumstances, we did get to see a nice sunset, the kids were really good, and Gabe saved the day.
Thanks to cell phones, and a capable husband, the tire was changed and we all made it home safely. Also, I got to hear Gabe sing “Did you ever know that I’m your hero? I am the wind beneath your wings”.
If anyone wants to know why there is sand in the minivan today, I can say “That is because there is sand on the casueway”.