What is it about Wednesday that makes me nostalgic?
I’m recalling a great road trip Eric and I took during the pre-iPhone days . . . before I took a million pictures or bothered to write anything down. We borrowed my aunt and uncle’s 1989 Winnebago Le Sharo and drove to Banff National Park. We broke down briefly somewhere in Montana, stayed at bed and breakfasts (even though we had our own beds, whaaat?) and bought our first piece of “real” art from a gallery. The year was 1998? We think.