Beneath the Wraps

          Mom and I used to refer to ourselves as Ethel and Lucy, which I have mentioned here              Yesterday we were laughing together.  It felt almost like it had a very long time ago.           Of course I don’t remember all of the conversation – just pieces.  But it went something like this           During the Password game show:           Mom:  “Humphrey.  What kind of name is Humphrey?  Who would name their kid Humphrey?”           I laugh.           “Humphrey.  That sounds like a hump.”           “I never liked the name Dylan.  Whenever I hear that name, I ...

          My mom has always had a lousy sense of direction – at least since I’ve known her.  Improper medication or improper amounts due to failing health and aging does not help matters.  She’s always been an okay driver – not exceptional.  Perhaps even good at one time – now?  I think my mom behind a wheel is rather a scary combination.           But then again having me behind the wheel when the sun is streaming over dirty windows – also scary.  And to top it off – send me to unfamiliar roads.  It’s like Lucy Ricardo driving Ethel Mertz.  (For those of you who have no clue what that statement even means, I encourage you to go to YouTube and click on “I Love Lucy” – any episode, doesn’t matter.  It should help you to understand my comparison)           Mom and I have actually had quite a few Luc...