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This all they got?!?!?

Written by Sass Picture this: A small town in Central Illinois in June. The year is 1992. The house is a 3600 square foot home, with no central air conditioning. There’s a pool out back. I was 16, and had just managed to get my driver’s license at the end of May. The town is one of those quiet, sleepy little towns. There’s only one 4 way stop, one restaurant, a grocery store, a flower shop, bank, and pharmacy. There are schools, but not much else. The majority of my days are spent lounging around the pool with as many friends as possible, without a...
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Two words.

Written by Em Once upon a time, boys and girls, air travel was for the privileged, the upper crust, the well-to-do. Hence, most of my Summer vacation highlights consist of me and my older brother sliding around the navy blue Naugahyde backseat of our 1976 Mercury Cougar station wagon. Why yes, it did have faux-wood paneling. Hours flew by thanks to my always-prepared mother and our membership to the Exxon Travel Club (Happy Motoring indeed). License plate bingo. Bury your cows. The alphabet sign game. Watching for the first Stuckey’s or See Rock City billboards....