Growing up, at least once a year, our family would do the visit to our Grandparents down in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. In the winter, the visits were always great to get out of the cold, snowy-ness of the New Jersey weather. Normally, we’d fly down as my Mom, being a travel agent, would watch for deals in order to book our airfare. However, one year in the spring/summer time, we did the “gauntlet of fire” and drove all the way down with the first stop being Disney World (I was almost doing cartwheels of joy when we were told the news!). We packed the ginormous green station wagon—a.k.a Land Boat—with everything we’d need for the extensive journey heading South. Just before our departure, Dad meticulously installed our CB radio to keep ahead of speed traps. But, I think, it ended up being more for entertainment to kill time while listening to the truckers’ chatter.
