File this under "surreal." Also "I love my family."

I'm in the homeland, visiting my folks before my dad and I head off to The Greatest Spectacle in Racing.

After dinner, we piled into the car and drove to the cemetery. There are flowers everywhere, and large flags lining the road. It's quite lovely. We were headed to my grandparents' grave, to see if the new dirt and leveling was acceptable.

As usual, my dad drove a teensy bit faster than generally recommended. And also as usual, the radio was on. We were listening to a CD I'd made for him a few years ago.

This meant that we sat in the car, surveying the grave site while also singing along to "Cover of the Rolling Stone."

Yeah, that sounds like us.