Vee, I join the chorus to encourage you to continue! I read every letter first and always nod in agreement. I feel lucky as I was there at the second reunion so everyone is a known friend. The story of your trip west really struck a nerve. I lived in Cal. for several years when we were first married. We moved to Ohio but my in-laws all stayed west. So EVERY summer 1955-1965 we loaded 3 boys in the car and hit Rte.66. I know every curve and bump on that road and like you I kept a journal. I still have it and the sons can still remember the names of the "motels" we stayed and the place for the best chocolate shakes in Okla. City. Wonderful memories..considering they wouldn't dream of driving 4 days each way with their kids in the car!We all remember no a/c, the paintings on velvet, hanging roadside, the water bag on the car and their father yelling here come the Indians and they all hit the floor. So, don't stop. They are about times that a lot of people can't visualize. I lived in N.Y only until age 3,but my father worked for Carborundum, so I link to your stories in a lot of ways. I may not sontribute but I am still out here. Doris, from Ohio reunion #2