What is this obsession I have with travel? For as long as I can remember I had this curiosity, this wonder about travel. It goes back to the age of 5 when we took the first family trip that I remember. It was the summer of 1958 and we drove from New York to Minnesota to bring a car out there for my Uncle George. It’s the first time I remember meeting my cousins Alan and Steve and my Aunt Amy.
I have vague memories of the 24 plus hour car ride out there with my sister and I sitting in the back seat and driving straight through with no stops. There were tunnels to drive through in Pennsylvania, bridges to cross in Illinois or Wisconsin and a bad rain storm in Chicago. But we got there and stayed for a week or so at my Aunt and Uncle’s house at 2222 Apache Street, Mendota MN. The cabin
But my strongest and best memory was the flight home on a Northwest Airline Stratocruiser. It’s the first airplane flight I remember and boy was it great! I remember bounding up the stairs to the plane and then sitting in a special area where my sister and i could face mom and dad and there was a table in the middle. And we got a big fancy lunch. And my sister Elise spilled the largest glass of milk you ever saw all over the cabin. She was about 2 and a half years old at the time. And my father got really upset because of the commotion we caused. But it was a great adventure. And it started my wanderlust, my insatiable desire to see places and do things I’d never done before.
That desire still exists today. Hopefully the pandemic will abate and I will explore this world again. There are still so many places I haven’t seen and destinations i want to revisit. It will happen.
