Just so we’re all on the same page here, Uncle Jim’s phone clearly autocorrects “dad” to “daddy” because he’s usually texting his grandkids. We live in Ohio. Daddy isn’t used unless you’re a sorority girl looking to upgrade your Jeep from a 2015 to 2017 or by some kid under 13.
Anyway, here’s Uncle Jim’s full report he sent me this morning detailing how he and dad went on a heater while returning north from Marco Island, Florida where they’ve spent the last 10 days or so just living that retiree life.
I read the text and figured Uncle Jim was just doing some on-the-road bullshitttin’ with me until I saw the pic with the winning tickets.
You have to give these 60 year olds credit for grabbing those Pick 3s as soon as they crossed into Tennessee. This is just how my grandfather would’ve drawn it up for these two: find something to pass the time on the Ohio to Florida or the Florida to Ohio migration.
Below is mile marker 333 in Dalton, Georgia – 10 hours and 44 minutes or so from Marco Island. 12 hours later they’re passing this spot. That’s about a 60 mph average speed after figuring in stops to take leaks, gas, etc. This miraculous story from Uncle Jim keeps checking out.
