I wasn’t fortunate to have done a lot of travelling when I was a young person. When I did travel, it was usually very modest in nature. Such was my trip to Miami Beach in the winter between first-year semesters at law school. I had a childhood friend who had moved there after college. He agreed to let me visit for a week. Honestly, I can’t remember anything we did, except that he believed I had come to spy on him on behalf of his parents! Yes, there was some dysfunction on a number of levels in my friend’s young life.

Anyway, as much as I don’t remember what I did in Miami, I do remember driving from New Jersey to Miami and back. Going down, I used good sense in staying in a certified flea-bag motel after driving about 12 hours to somewhere in South Carolina before completing the trip the next day. By the way, this was before the completion of Interstate 95, so we would meander on and off of local roads where the interstate was incomplete. I did not use such good judgment, though, coming back to New Jersey, when I tried to drive my used Oldsmobile (with three on the floor) door-to-door, without anything more than a few pit stops.