Every other year from 1962 through most of the 1970’s, my mother, father and two brothers travelled in a 1962 Pontiac Safari wagon to visit my grand parents and other relatives in Colorado and SW Nebraska. Our car had a metal dashboard, no seat belts and a rumble seat behind the back bench seat that faced out the back window. We slept in the car on the side of the road because back then there was no danger in doing so. When you have 3 boys who are at the age of mischief and get tired of playing billboard bingo,... Read more
Every other year from 1962 through most of the 1970’s, my mother, father and two brothers travelled in a 1962 Pontiac Safari wagon to visit my grand parents and other relatives in Colorado and SW Nebraska.
Our car had a metal dashboard, no seat belts and a rumble seat behind the back bench seat that faced out the back window. We slept in the car on the side of the road because back then there was no danger in doing so. When you have 3 boys who are at the age of mischief and get tired of playing billboard bingo, trying to stay occupied in the summer with no air conditioning, someone in the front seat is going to get irritated.
Well they did. Somewhere along I 80 we pulled in to get gas for $.42 a gallon and my dad was so upset with us he left me at Stuckey’s. He obviously came back to get me, but I was only 5 or so, so it was traumatic for me. I guess he figured I would be the most petrified and that my brothers we learn from that and calm down for the rest of the way, which we did. Every time after that when we stopped At a Stuckey’s I developed a high level of anxiety.... Collapse