I was thinking a lot about their honeymoon when Drew and I took our road trip a couple weeks ago. Mom and Dad were married in Lexington, Kentucky, their hometown, but they took off immediately in an old Chevy bound for California.
The roads were barely all paved in 1952 — the interstate highway program officially began the next year — and though they were fine if they stuck to Route 66 ... they didn't always do that. They were prone to taking detours to "Kit Carson's Cave" and other spots that piqued their curiosity.
Still, they made it to the West Coast, where they planned to start their married life. It was glamorous and exciting ... but it wasn't home. A few weeks later, they turned around and drove back.
It was the beginning of a grand journey together — and I'm thinking about it, and them, today.