Flashing a truck driver must be a good omen to start a cross country trip.

I picked my dad up at the airport this afternoon and while racing home to see the Patriots game we passed a trailer truck. Not an unusual occurrence, but this one had a sign on the back which read “flash me, it’s my birthday.” So, my dad pretended to flash him. Which was greeted with a couple notes from the truck’s air horn.

On Tuesday the two of us will leave on a drive from Pittsburgh to Las Vegas. We are hoping for no more than two nights on the road, but with 2,400 miles ahead it’s hard to say.

But I have to say that we will have a good time. Even if he continues to flash truckers.