Early Sunday morning, while reading the paper, my gentleman friend Handy surfaced on my text message screen.

“Whatcha’ doing?”

Truth or a lie?

“Nuttin’.”

Not really a lie.  There were still three or four leaves clinging desperately to my oak tree.  When they fall, it will be time to rake and not one minute sooner.

“Sunday drive?”

Sunday drive?  Do pastoral motorized jaunts still exist?  Driving around in the car with no particular place to go?  They do, apparently, and I was invited on one.  How could I refuse?

“OK, pick me up in twenty minutes.  Is it ok if I wear my fat pants?”

“Sure.”

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Julie-Ann Baumer used to spend a lot of time alone in her car, traveling the highways of New England. Now, she lives a more pedestrian life, writing and working from her home in Lisbon Falls. Once in a while, she gets the urge for local lettuce, excellent coffee, or beautiful music. She hops in her car and goes. Sometimes she takes friends. Read about it here weekly visit her website at www.julieannbaumer.com or follow her on twitter @aunttomato.