re: #157 compound_Idaho

We did the mega road trip every other summer to see grandma, grandma and family. (So. CA to LA to KY to MI and back to CA in a piece of shit ‘64 ford econline van). No motels unless there was a tornado warning. I remember my dad breaking down the tent in the rain in his swimsuit early in the morning; mom and 5 kids watching from the car. My dad is a hell of a man. Took me a while to realize that. Harvard Phd, nuclear scientist, family man, pretty good athlete and all around regular guy.

and a sadist. shudder. road trips with a tent? in louisiana and kentucky?

just fly grandma out to california to see the family.

your mother must be a saint, because there ain’t no way…