Dear Friends,
I was 12 years old.
Our family was getting ready for our spring break trip to Panama City Beach. This was in the days when our nation’s interstate highway network was still being created. So a trip from suburban St. Louis to the panhandle of Florida meant a lot of miles on two lane roads that snaked through Mississippi and Alabama. Today, it’s a 12 hour drive. In 1968, it was a longer journey,...