LOOKING BACK . . .

The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me.  I remember we’d all pile into the car – I forget what kind it was – and drive and drive.  I’m not sure where we’d go, but I think there were some trees there.  The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played.  I remember a bigger, older guy we called “Dad.”  We’d eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home.  I guess some things never leave you. 

-       Saturday Night Live “Deep Thoughts”

There was a time in my 20’s; that was America in the 1990s.