The Fabulous Bat Cave

It is a cold, dreary, drippy night and the drive home was a bit well, undesirable. People try to use their crazy, "I'm going to race up on you, pass you on the right and be one car ahead of you," moves and as I watch the car's outdoor thermometer drop to below freezing, I wonder if they are simply on some kamikaze suicide mission. Doesn't sound very fabulous. After about 45 minutes of highway driving and avoiding the maniacs, the car seems to move on autopilot off the ramp and rolls to a stop before turning on to "Home Road."

Exhaling, loosening the bit of finger clench on the steering wheel, in just a few more minutes pulling into the driveway and the day will end. In the drive - one click of a button and the garage door opens. It is a powerful, super-hero feeling to have the remote control do all the work while staying warm and dry in the car. It is even more powerful to stay in the car and press the button again, closing the world out behind me and physically begin the evening. In mere moments the transformation will be complete when like Mr. Rogers the day clothes are changed into the home clothes and the bat cave returns to stillness and dark until the morning.