Travel

I grew up traveling. My dad was transferred every 3 years, and I guess I got used to the routine. One thing my folks did, that I appreciate today, is we took day trips around wherever we were living. I still remember being taken out of school one February when I was in about the 4th or 5th grade, not being told where we going, and ending up in San Francisco's Chinatown for Chinese New Year - firecrackers, noise, music, and lion dancers!