Road Trip Gold
I’ve always loved a good road trip. Even when I was a little squirt and my brother and I rode seatbeltless in the back seat of Mom’s Monte Carlo with nothing more to entertain us than the view out the window, some Donald Duck comics, and a few homemade books on tape (her reading books aloud into a microphone so we could play them back on our little mono-speaker cassette player), the allure of new horizons beckoned. Upstate New York, Georgia, Florida, Iowa, Texas, Louisiana, and more all passed by our windows. Most of the time my little nose was pressed against the glass with my wide eyes taking in all the sights. When I got older, the road trip sights that piqued my interests switched from inflatable parking lot gorillas…