It was the summer before I started graduate school and we decided to take a vacation and head west. I had an old long bed, slime green Chevy pickup that we loaded with our camping gear, and covered with an old army tarp. It took one long day of driving to get to El Paso, and I remember as we lay by the fire and watched the embers glow against a starry backdrop we laughed, “Where would we drive to, tomorrow”? We roamed for several weeks, camping in Monument Valley, became entranced by Navajo art and crafts, and picked cherries in a very wet Washington State. It was a summer we flourished being ourselves, as e. e. Cummings suggests, “To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else.” Who will you be today?
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