As a child, we never took family vacations. Daddy was in the United States Marine Corps and out vacations were loading up the station wagon and driving to our next base of assignment.

Mom and Daddy made traveling fun. We played Auto Bingo, read the roadway signs and marked off the states we’d pass through.

Little brother and I were sharing the back seat. He would pretend to be asleep and stretch out on to my side. It drove me nuts, so I’d complain and my parents would tell me to be glad he was asleep and not “looking” at me. He’d get a sneaky little grin on his face and take up more room.

Daddy was always making me stop reading as we traveled. He wanted me to look at the scenery.



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