As much as Daddy loved to drive, there was one year I remember he was not at all thrilled to be driving to Chicago. I remember that we did, anyway, because we had some side trips to make to other relatives, that going on a train would not have allowed us to make.
Why could my road trip loving Daddy possibly have dreaded the trip so much, and been so relieved when we were safe and sound back home with no harm to the car or to any of us?
I'll give you a few hints. Hint number one - The apartment had no garage, and Daddy had to park on a busy Chicago street. Hint number two - We lived in Alabama. And the Big Hint - It was the summer of 1963.
Put on your thinking cap - remember the year 1963 if you can. Can you figure out why Daddy was so reluctant to drive to Chicago that year?
nostalgia, childhood memories, 1963