Every Picture Tells a Story Don't It?
When I graduated college in December 1987, my dad also retired that month in that year. Mom and Dad had always planned to move back south. My Mom wanted it way sooner than my dad. When we moved to Detroit, Dad always said it was only for a few years. 17 years later my mom was about to leave and go back herself. The winters were killer, and my mom missed her family in Athens. We piled in our brown van and took off for Florida. They originally thought they were going to move back to Florida. That was the plan. While we traveled around Florida from the east coast to the west coast, we visited old friends of theirs like the Filippi's - we stayed in their RV in their driveway. It was GLAMPING at it's finest, and it was fun. I looked at this as a sort of a college graduation trip - back to the old stomping grounds. We went to Ron Jon's Surf shop in Cocoa Beach, saw the old house in Titusville. We would drop dad off in the morning to golf, then mom and I would go on a...