HOW MANY OF US WISH we had quit our job, packed our bags, and toured the lower 48 states when we were younger? That’s exactly what I did back in 1976.
In 1975, I was 33 years old, single, and making good money working behind the parts counter at a Ford dealership in Los Angeles. Very early in the year I decided it would be a good idea to celebrate the upcoming 200th anniversary of our country’s independence by taking off and seeing
