Do you ever reminisce about childhood road trips with your family? My life in the 1960s is filled with memories of when our family would pile into our Oldsmobile to visit my mother’s relatives in the Boston suburbs on the north shore. Or we drove to Chicago to visit my father’s family, on the south side where I was born. I remember special family vacations, drives around America and even leaving our country at times for visits to Canada. We drove all the way through the Western Provinces to Banff and Lake Louise, stopping in Calgary to participate in the famous Stampede. We returned via the states, through the Rockies, stayed in little motels and cabins and sometimes in what I used to refer to as ‘fancy’ hotels – Holiday Inns – with themed restaurant dining rooms that served adult food with Shirley Temples for me. I recall with delight the times we put quarters in the Magic Fingers device that was mounted onto the beds, and that single quarter bought 15 minutes of “tingling relaxation and ease,” according to its label. Giggling… that’s what I remember.