Most of our vacations in the 60s were road trips to visit my mother’s Aunt Bonnie in Duluth. Dad never took the same route twice, always planning and studying for months in advance. Any place east of the Mississippi was on the table from Truman’s home in Missouri to the Blue Ridge Parkway with a possible side trip to South Carolina to visit my mother’s sister.
I took my role as big brother seriously. My parents often used the Santa Claus/Coal in Your Stocking threat in the early years. The angelic grin I was flashing was a ruse that, decades later, I still use upon occasion.
Pictured are Dad, my sister Lori, and me in the back seat; Mother was taking the picture.