Always loved the road. Nine days after college graduation I left Salem, Mass. with a book of traveler's checks, an atlas and a sleeping bag, and drove about 45,000 miles in 14 months. Saw southern Canada, northern Mexico and three dozen U.S. states. Kept a daily journal, recorded cassette messages and mailed 'em back to family and friends. When money ran low, at various times, I picked apples, worked as a tool peddler, and worked the graveyard shift at a Circle K convenience store. On the way back east, a loose slot belched gas money from Vegas to Knoxville.
Always dreamed of reliving those days. Lately those dreams have been intensifying. Did you ever travel like that? Would love to hear your stories.