The inspiration for any travels I’ve taken with Oliver as a father flows directly from a trip I took as a son in 1980: my father and I got on a Greyhound bus in Buffalo, New York the spring that I turned 14 and traveled across the country to San Francisco, down to San Diego, across to Tucson, El Paso and San Antonio, up to Tulsa and then home. Along the way we had many adventures, including renting a car from Skip’s Rent-a-Wreck in Arizona so that we could head off into the desert:
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Oliver is now the same age as I was in that picture.
