Dad starts to tell a story

This was one of the dozen best things I did on my vacation to Stevens Point last October! Unbeknownst to my dad, as I sat in the backseat of his Mercury Grand Marquis with my tiny digital camera, I put it on video recording mode. It could only stay in this mode for a few seconds, so we only get the first part of the story. Sandy is sitting next to me in the back. And my mom is sitting on the passenger side up front. They can't be seen in this video and they were quietly listening to my dad, so you do not hear their voices.

The second part of the story is that my dad and his little brother Wayne (Dad used the name Dennis, but her meant Wayne)ended up waiting and waiting and waiting for Uncle Pete to come home from church so he could drive them into town. Uncle Pete never showed up and so they had to make a move. My dad, being the older of the 2, decided they would walk home. We are talking 11 miles, maybe more...this is from the south-east side Stockton to the north-west side of Stevens Point. I would love to clock it.
And so they did walk! I imagine they got home, very unaware of their fatigue, and grabbed those 2 dimes from the kitchen table and then walked-no ...ran... to the movie theater downtown. Uncle Pete never said anything about the incident, but my dad thinks he stopped at the tavern on the way home from church and simply forgot about his task to drive the boys back to Stevens Point. In this little video, I love my dad's voice and accent...and the tree-lined highway (we were on our way to the Rudolph Cheese Factory that day.)