Sunday Snow

Suburban Chicago, February 1972. Dad's beloved Volvo stands in the driveway, and Gigi is in the window waiting for Dad to come back inside.

We've cleared the driveway.

Suburban Chicago, April 1970. Dad's Volvo is in the driveway.

I never met a dog I didn't like (Summer 1967).

Suburban Chicago, Summer 1967. I don't remember to whom this lovely Brittany Spaniel belonged. I must have run out quickly to the driveway when I saw the dog, because I didn't stop to switch from my slippers.

My Dad's beloved Volvo sits in the garage. It was our first car with shoulder belts. Good thing: in 1972, Dad and I were in the Volvo, stuck in morning, rush-hour traffic on the Eisenhower Expressway. A disoriented driver hit us, at full speed, and the impact rippled on through five vehicles ahead of us. The Volvo was a goner, but Dad and I were fine.