So there we were, on a warm, autumn evening just before the sun set - my five year old self with my three year old brother, my baby sister and my parents
No doubt it was at summer camp when I was around age nine that I first heard the song “The Happy Wanderer.” You know the one. It goes “Vaderi, Valdera,
So there we were, on a warm, autumn evening just before the sun set - my five year old self with my three year old brother, my baby sister and my parents
Two decades ago, my college buddy and I spent months seeing the country. Only now, as a historian researching American road trips, do I fully appreciate what we did.