Each year we try to visit my brother and the rest of my family on my mother’s side down in Atlanta. Each year we fly. But this year, I had more time than money so we drove.
Now some people said “Oh how adventurous!” And some people said “Oh my god…” And then other people said “Good god are you crazy?!”
Yes. But more on that another time.
As we drove, we sang (loudly and poorly), stuck our hands (and bare feet) out the car window, and played the license plate game. Here were the rules: for every ten plates we find, we get a prize. BUT if we find Alaska, we automatically win the game. Cause an Alaska plate on the east coast is very rare. AND if we find Hawaii, we win the game with a super bonus. Cause Hawaii on the mainland AND on the east coast? Impossible…right?
So here’s our list, more or less in order of how we found them:
- New Jersey
- New York
- North Carolina
- New Hampshire
- Rhode Island
- South Carolina
- West Virginia
Yeah yeah, Québec and Newfoundland aren’t states and Massachusetts probably shouldn’t count cause that’s our own plate but whatever. They are license plates, none the less. Although I was kinda disappointed not to find New Mexico or either of the Dakotas. Or Utah. Cause they are so proud of their state that the plates have an exclamation point: Utah!
Then on the beltway around Washington DC during our return trip home and before stopping in Wilmington, DE…
I saw it first while the kid was busy playing with his samurai sword.
NO. FUCKING. WAY.
ME: LOOK! That license plate! On the white car! Read it read it!
Who fucking knew we’d find it?! Didn’t find Alaska but we found Hawaii? Cra-zy. Well apparently, he knew we’d find. I love how optimistic this kid is. I began to think I had to figure out a bonus prize. (UN)Lucky for me, he already has grand ideas. Something about a Power Ranger Samurai lightening something something bladdy bladdy blah. I’ll just take him to the store and he can pick something out. MY bonus prize is a pedicure. Or a massage. Or some other grand “mommy needs pampering” idea.
As we continued to drive I told him about the words Aloha for greeting a person and Mahalo for saying thank you. He asked me what language they speak in Hawaii and I explained that they speak English and Hawaiian, and the original people in Hawaii were Polynesians before it became a US territory and then the 50th state. I saved the talk about colonialism for another day.
Our next plan is to get a large US map and color in or outline all the states we found. With a BIG RED CIRCLE around Hawaii!