Nobody really pays much attention to my blog. I mean, really. What do I have? 200 followers or something. Most of them don’t really read anything I write. There’s one guy who “likes” everything I write, but that’s about it.
Somebody asked if I was a pilot. I mean, how did I get to 37 countries and 49 U.S. states?
If I told you it was I-287 you’d not understand. If I told you my parents took me, when I was 1 year old, with my two older brothers on a trip across the country, you’d not understand. If I told you after my brothers had gone off to Ivy League schools and I was 14 years old and complained I didn’t remember anything from when I was 1 year old you’d not understand. If I told you my parents and I then took another trip across the U.S. you might start to understand.
I was born to travel.
When I was born Eisenhower was the president of the United States of America. He signed the highway bill into law. They built the Interstate Highways. One of them was I-287 that passed through Boonton.
I was like “Wow. You could drive on this from New York City, join up with I-80, and drive to San Francisco.”
You might understand.