The Trip from Hell.
And I wondered why I have trip anxiety. When I was 11 years old and my younger brother was 9, my parents purchased a new Oldsmobile, and in the heat of summertime, we set off from New York to California. Given my three other siblings were much older than me, they were spared the ordeal of being trapped in a car for five days with my mom and dad. The purpose of the trip was supposedly to see my sister Jane in San Francisco. My father had a quick temper and my mother was terrified of everything. And where they […]