It took us fifty years to drive to Utah, or at least that"s how it seemed. Moses got across the desert faster. He should have been driving.
Part of the trip was good. We stopped at a place called Stuckey"s where my dad allowed us to buy caramel corn. I practically inhaled mine, but Lefty got his stuck all over his socks, so he was able to pick off pieces and eat them all the way to Utah. We had barely left Buffalo when Beaners announced that we must be getting close because she could see the mountains. It was actually a hill of bulldozed dirt behind the Howard Johnson"s road stop, but my dad just shook his head and humored her.
Dad drove the entire way because Uncle Arty was a menace on the road, and he had a rotund stomach that made it difficult for him to fit behind the wheel anyway. D
