article_snippet.sent: Every year, when the time came to make the pilgrimage home to Britain to visit relatives, my parents would take turns driving, never stopping (my parents didn’t want to have to pay for a hotel room), as we children sat in the back eating we way through the vast supply of my mother’s tiny chicken sandwiches.
article_snippet.sent: My father, meanwhile, would smoke cigarillos, drink beer (My father kept a coolbox in the front), burp loudly (much to my mother’s’s horror and our delight) and listen obsessively, over and over again, to whichever new music tape was grabbing My father attention at the time.
article_snippet.sent: These trips gave me my musical education — and also instilled in My father a great love of long-distance driving