The Story of the Bears
The bears have a long history. It began long ago in a far away place. My piano teacher would award us cinnamon bears for practicing dutifully and playing well at class time. Piano lessons ended and the bears were sadly forgotten for many years. When I moved into my house, the local grocery store has a bulk bin of cinnamon bears, and their worth was once again remembered. Every time my sister comes to visit, she insists on going to the grocery store for bears. This year for Christmas, I gave her a purse and filled it with cinnamon bears. In a funny coincidence, she had found a 5lb bag of bears to give me wrapped up with my Christmas gift.
So when Mike and I decided to take a road trip to Seattle in November last year, we stocked up with fruit, granola bars and bears, of course. When you’re on a 14 hour road trip, entertainment is in limited supply. So as he was driving, I was taking pictures of random things on I5 at 60mph. But even rainy green hillsides get boring, and that’s when the bears started speaking to me. And all I’m gonna say about that is it’s very difficult to line up cinnamon bears on a dashboard at 60mph.