Originally Posted by jsharr
Actually, the red neon Pegasus was a land mark that flew over Dallas's skyline for years, courtesy of Magnolia Oil. I still recall returning to Dallas in the back seat of mom and dad's car and seeing that huge red horse and knowing I was home. Looking for Pegasus was just part of a road trip. Seeing it, or crossing the Red River ( the bounday between Texas and Oklahoma) was just a symbolic home coming to me as a native Texan. Perhaps your home town or state has something unique that as soon as you see it says home to you.
That is so true. When I was a kid, we had a Chevy Impala and never wore seatbelts. So, on long drives, after the sun went down, my big sister would lie down across the back seat. That's when I would retire to the back window.
I watched the stars and streetlights go by and then would doze in and out hoping that we would drive all night. I could barely hear the murder mysteries on the radio, (of course there was only one speaker and it was at the front of the car). I especially liked it when it was raining.
And just like you, when I looked up and saw the red horse, I knew we were home. Actually, I knew I could nap for another thirty minutes before we got home.
