Round trip drive from Los Angeles to Bakersfield for my son is priceless. Who care what gas cost when my teenager is telling his stories. His words make me laugh. Make me wonder where he came from. Make me love him more and more. We listen to music. To stories on the radio. We smell cows out the window. Eat tofu catfish and salad made with so much love by my godmother. Food for the road. The soul. Food for the stories. For love and for memories.