Mom was a teacher, dad owned a ready mix concrete business. Since both were off for a month in the winter the family would pack up the car and we'd drive down south for vacations. Dad had been stationed in El Paso so we went there a couple of times, Padre Island way before it became a destination place, New Orleans, Mobile, Pensacola, probably others that I've forgot. Being a kid (started when I was around 10 or 11) from a relatively small sandhills town it was very mind expanding. The ocean, the food, the people (first time I met black people), crossing the border into Mexico,.............. so many new and different things to take in. It was just the best. Then it all came to a halt when the 70's recession hit and winters just became winters again.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
