BY BRIAN DUBLIN
I’ll always remember my dad driving our whole family for hours and hours whenever we would go on road trips growing up.
I’d always wake up after a few hours on the road and just see him like this; hands on the wheel, occasionally changing the radio station or adjusting the air conditioner. I’d see the rosary swinging back and forth as we drove through winding roads, and just a peek of his face in the rearview mirror.
I snapped this over the weekend when we went to Reno, and it felt just like old times being in that backseat all over again.
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