GOING OVER, GOING HOME
I remember the night before a trip there was always this breathless feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach. We usually went on car trips, my dad packing the big station wagon the evening before, laying out blankets in the back and putting all the baggage around the edges so that we had a place (when we were still kids and mandatory seatbelt laws were still to come) to stretch out or play. Sometimes we would get started early in the morning, before the sun was up and the world was quiet, the air still chill, and our...