After almost ten years of marriage, I didn’t think my husband could still surprise me, but he did. On the way up to Chattanooga, we stopped at a Cracker Barrel, which is the usual custom on road trips. We do not deviate much from this ritual, and I do not order anything but the country fried steak and mashed potatoes with the white gravy. I’m sure there are other things on the menu, but none of them are worth eating.

So after lunch/dinner, we’re browsing the store because everyone is reluctant to get back in the car. My husband makes an impulse buy of a Johnny Cash Greatest Hits CD without even consulting the cheapest source on the internet. If this wasn’t surprising enough, he pops in the CD and begins singing along word-for-word with every tune. I’ve known Greg since March 1995, and I never knew he was a Johnny Cash fan.

What’s even weirder is that after dozens of hours cooped in the van, Mama sang tenor right along.