As I was growing up, I was fortunate enough to be able to take a lot of vacations. Well, vacations may be the wrong word. Working vacations, road trips, or just getting away from home are all probably better labels for what we had.
Those of you who have read much of what I’ve written will remember that my Dad had a business that required a lot of travel. We were fortunate in the fact that since he owned the business, he was free to take the family along on any trip he pleased. If he had a trip to make that would take him close by anything of significance, he would load the family up and take us along with him for a few days.
Now while this meant there were never any trips to places like Disney World or Six Flags, what it did mean was that I got to see a whole lot of this great country. The numerous trips also instilled in me a love for travel that has never died, and I eventually went on to take a job that required me to travel quite extensively for a decade myself, partly because of the nostalgia of all the trips from my youth.