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Me, My Brother and the Road

 

We had no jobs and nothing but time, a car and the road to take us wherever we wanted to go.  Our parents agreed to let us go under two conditions: 1. We stop at specific places they wanted us to see 2. We each send them one picture each day.  Done and Done.  It was like a grown-up treasure hunt in some ways, and all the treasure could be enjoyed through the windshield of my now 256,000 mile old Yukon.

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