On the road from Nagshead

The drives to and from the Outer Banks each summer were always memorable. We would look for turtles in the creeks along the road, open up the windows to smell the ocean air, and most importantly, thank God that we didn't ride with Mom Rose and stop for two hours at Cracker Barrel for lunch. The most memorable trip on Highway 64 for me was in 2005, on the way home, with Zach.

We were all consumed by the Harry Potter series at the time, and I had recruited Zach to read one of the books out loud to me while I drove. He angrily consented, but soon began to excitedly read, even using a British accent and doing voices for all of the characters. Gradually, I began to lose faith in the trueness of Zach's words to the lines of the novel. He was tired of reading, and interspersing his own ideas with the book's. The moment that I became sure of these suspicions was when Zach pronounced the line, " and then Ron reached over and touched Hermiones left breast." 

This was the just one of the many times I was thankful to have Zach as a brother, even if he thinks spilling juice is an emergency. (more on that later)