One Foot in Front of Other, Chicago to L.A.
I can’t believe it’s been four years.
I hadn’t seen these guys for 35 years. They were teenagers, and I was 27 years old. Patrick, Carol, and Andi.
Four years ago, the day before I started my cross-country journey from Chicago to Los Angeles, walking Route 66, I met up with some friends. Some former coworkers from my days as a Pizza Hut…