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I won't be able to go to my 25th high school reunion this weekend in Connecticut (my wife and I are due to have our second child any day now)... it seems like it was only yesterday as we tossed up our caps at the end of the graduation ceremony. I remember how in the midst of goodbyes, a few of us laughed that we'd go our separate ways and we'd next see each other again at our 25th reunion, and how we'll likely be married by then with kids, hair graying and many pounds heavier... we were… Continue

In the summer of 1974, my parents and two brothers (both older than myself), took a cross-country trip from our new home in Connecticut heading to the West in a light green Buick LeSabre.



We covered 36 states in six weeks, and every night was spent pitching a family tent in Koa Kampgrounds. The smell of my mother's rotis being cooked on a Coleman gas burner is something I'll never forget. Back then, however, I was embarrassed that in our little corner of the campground we… Continue