Growing up, my family traveled quite a bit because my father was in the Navy. Whenever we were stationed to a new location, we always drove. I remember our longest trip being cross country – from California to Virginia. We stopped along the way in Louisiana, where all of my parents’ family lived. New Orleans, to be exact.
In between the relocations, we often drove back “home” for visits. New Orleans was always home for us. No matter where else we lived in this country, we knew where home was. Read the rest of this entry »
