Change-up

I've changed the name of my blog already. At first I thought it would be intersting to reclaim a goofy nickname pinned on me in middle school. Then I realized that if I ever met up with other bloggers I might start hearing "Hey, Bubblehead", which was something I never expected to get stuck on me as an adult. I also found out that a bubblehead is the name for a sailor in a submarine. There are a lot of sailors in and around Baltimore. I'm not a sailor.

So why "in the rumble seat" When I was a kid, we drove a sandy brown Impala station wagon with vinyl seats from Milwaukee deep into the Great Plains to see the national parks. There were several of these trips all through elementary school. Because we were a 6 person family, my sister and I were always sent to the back of the car to sit on the seat our family called the "rumbleseat". It was another mark of being the little ones, like eating off the kids menu and not getting into roller coasters. But what I didn't know was this seat was a gift. Back there we had an unadulterated view of the Western landscape, including all the things from cowboy songs. Of course, we saw everything backwards, but that meant we got the longest look goodbye. Everything raced by for the people in the middle. I read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in one sitting in the rumble seat. And my sister and I could also make puppet shows for the cars behind us.

I think a rumble seat is the name for the bench on the back of a jeep, so it's the bumpiest.