That first trip, according to Dad, was in a ’63 Buick station wagon, pulling a 12-foot Hi-Lo, filled with Dad, Mom, three kids and Uncle Joe. We were off to Cumberland, Kentucky.
Needless to say I don’t remember much of those early trips. Well, as soon as I was old enough to drive, off I went on my own, traveling the back roads and only when needed the main highways. In doing so, I have met the most interesting people and saw the most unique sights.
Another habit of mine is to shop at the little Mom and Pop shops and rarely do I eat fast food or at the corporate restaurant, but usually at the little diner or family restaurants. Some of the places look condemned from the outside but seldom has a meal been disappointing.
Hey, once I ate breakfast at a cab company which doubled as a restaurant – no kidding!
I also have that knack for finding little towns with friendly people
who have countless stories waiting to be told.
This site is dedicated to these people.