Journeys With My Father

There’s no way to count the number of trips we took in my father’s ancient yellow Chevy Suburban. I could give you an educated guess: he owned the car for about thirty-two years. I visited Montana every one of those years. Let’s say I stayed for an average of a week each time.

Read more: https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-blossoming-the-world/201805/journeys-my-father

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