Heading south, 24 is the route that leads me back to my hometown of Bristol, Rhode Island.
It’s also the route that guides me north toward Boston so that I can recharge in the White Mountains.
When school’s in session, Route 24 saves me some time in the morning when I travel on it for an exit or two.
June 24th is the date my parents said “I do.”
August 24th is a celebration of my mother and her grand entrance into this world.
24 was the very first jersey number that Jackson picked way back when he started playing ice hockey as a squirt. With a few exceptions, it’s been his number ever since.
Keeping it in the family, 24 is the number Caroline selected when she began her ice hockey career at the start of the winter season.
There are 24 hours in each day. I used to think that there weren’t enough hours in the day. Our current quarantine has afforded me the opportunity to bend my perspective a bit.