Essay
Panama City or Bust
It was June of 1996, and I was eighteen. I was at the age where the open road felt like a calling, as I had spent many years riding in …
It was June of 1996, and I was eighteen. I was at the age where the open road felt like a calling, as I had spent many years riding in …
I took my family on vacation this past week, and on the drive out of town the first morning, my mind started wandering while I was driving. The sun was …
As you may remember, for most of my life, my dad traveled for his business. In the summer when I was out of school, there was nothing I liked more …
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