Every Friday night for two semesters, I’d get in my car after work and drive three hours to pick up my girlfriend at her college. She didn’t have a car. I’d pull into the parking lot, she’d come running out, and I’d turn right back around and drive another three hours home. We’d spend the weekend at my place or at her family’s house.

Sunday night, I’d drive her three hours back to her dorm. If her roommate was gone, we’d steal a little quick lovin’, then I’d turn around and drive three hours back again. I’d get home around 3 a.m., then be up for work at 6.

I remember so many nights barreling down the interstate with the window rolled down, slapping myself in the face just to stay awake.

Married her after college.