Family litmus test…(or, why Clark Griswold is my hero)

We who do not learn from our past are doomed to repeat it. The year is 1978, the event is Thanksgiving. Our Impala station wagon is pointed East, as we head to Tupelo, Mississippi to visit Grandma. That’s a cool 8-hour drive through Texas and Louisiana on our way to the birthplace of Elvis (look … Continue reading →