When D.O. misses Ashton and Hayden and Anson

There are probably 10 things I like about public transportation (more on that later; also, I know it’d be a nicer read to say a hundred things, but let’s be realistic). Perhaps my favorite thing is seeing little kids get on with their parents. They’re usually pretty excited about getting on the bus, and they’re all bundled up like Ralph in the Christmas Story… I don’t know how anybody could see such a sight without smiling.

Today as I rode the bus I thought about how awesome it would be to have the Hendrick boys rolling with me. I think it’d be a first for them. Anson would probably make really smart observations about Philly accompanied by intelligent questions that I wouldn’t know the answers to. Hayden would be at the back of the bus where it’s a slightly elevated and he’d have at least three new friends by the time we got off at Westmoreland. Ashton would spend his time being precious and the old lady who starts talking (to nobody) immediately as she boards at Susquehanna would tell me stories about when her kid was his age…

Unfortunately, I have yet to muster up the courage to take pictures on the bus, so we’re left with a(nother) picture of me at the Liberty Bell, thinking about my friends from College Station.

Boys, I miss you guys a lot. I miss jumping on the trampoline and playing Guitar Hero and just hanging out. Ask your mom about that bell I’m standing in front of in the picture… she’ll know all about it. Love you!

[Note: if all this seems absolutely weird and troublesome, please refer to one of Ashton's recent works of art for clarity. I felt it only fair to create some art of my own in response.]