When I grew up in Connecticut in the '50's and '60's, my father made a good salary, and when school was out for the summer, we could have traveled to California or Florida, seen the Grand Canyon, or Yellowstone. But our summer vacations were more fabulous than that. Every summer we drove to Ohio to visit my grandparents and cousins. My brother and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
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