November 19, 2008
So. . .         

My boys and I are out on an early evening venture down Rocky’s Road.

The Non-Typical is racking up his usual 15-20 miles, 5 of which is in the air while bouncing from scent to scent trying to get at least a glimpse of what ever the heck he is smelling. 

The Young At Heart is in his usual position which is about 20-30 feet in front of dad hoping there’s a small chance that someone was there before him and dropped a cheeseburger or two on the ground.

All is well on Rocky’s Road when all of a sudden the Non-Typical speedster INDEED caught a glimpse of that daing cotton tail he’s been smelling for the last mile or so. From there the race was on. Our Non-Typical has wiped out a small ball field of weeds trying to catch the little critter. But the fluffy tail was just too quick for the Rockster. 

As the Young at Heart continued his search for his after dinner snack, the furry little speedster (the cotton tail that is) made a mad dash to Tucker’s trail and ran right toward the Young at Heart. 

Dad, watched the entire game unfold, full of anticipation that INDEED the Young at Heart Tucker was going to show the Young Non-Typical that Patience in Indeed a virtue. 

However, by the time dad could say anticipation, the furry little Cotton Tail ran right by Tucker as he looked up at the racing rabbit, looked over at dad, looked back at the racing rabbit, looked at dad and said “Ya Right dad. . . Now where it the heck is that daing cheeseburger?” as the critter vanished off in to the hills. 

For the Non-Typical as he busts through the weeds on to the path? Well, tomorrow’s another day on Rocky’s Road.