Three siblings in a truck

A few weeks ago on a Saturday, the three Pierce kids embarked on an adverture ... to move some of my furniture from Montgomery to Tuscaloosa. It was the first time in a very long time we've spent time together ... just the three of us with no other families members. It felt a little strange but good.

So we set off, three siblings in a truck. Wayne drove, Ken rode shotgun and I navigated from the back seat. This was an easy job for me since I only had to navigate when we hit Montgomery.

During the ride down 82 I found out that they both have a fascination with their lawns. I heard about the pros and cons of their riding lawn mowers, what a rush it was to get the grass cut before the first drop of rain and how they won't let their grass grow more than an inch ... or something like that. All I could contribute was, "Daddy would be proud." This is true because our dad was also fantical about his grass. So I guess they can't help it ... they get it honestly.

The rest of the trip was mostly about Alabama football. Imagine that! Now that's a conversation I can contribute to and I did. Imagine that! We reminiced about when we watched games with our late dad. That was always a hoot and fun.

As we approached Montgomery I told Wayne, "After the Interchange take Exit 3." We drew closer to the Interchange and Wayne didn't merge over. We were about to pass it and I yelled, "The interchange." Wayne asked what was an Interchange because he was looking for something different on the interstate. I said, "It is different and you just passed it." I was told I should have just said take I85 toward Atlanta. Of course Ken agreed with him. I told him Interchange is easier to say and quicker and that everyone in the Montgomery area knew the Interchange.

We argued some more as he took another exit to go back to the Interchange. They got to see a seedy area of Montgomery as we headed back. This time we took the right turn. If you don't know my brothers they both work fast. Before I could go through my mail and do a few other things they had the furniture loaded. Then I asked them to add a filing cabinet and I took out one picture and then another. When I took the third one out I said, "I promise this won't be like Ricky and Lucy loading the car for California."

We left and headed home with more talk about football. It really was a nice time and they were good sports. They've moved me a few times over the years. When they were leaving I told them hopefully they wouldn't have to do it again. Wayne told me if I married someone rich he could pay to move me, and if he wasn't rich, to just not tell him about it.

What brotherly love!