Overland: 1

The Journey Starts, Escape from suburbia

Me, right, in my parents’ driveway, my pal & her parents who drove us to Canada in 1974.for a cheap flight.

I said goodbye to my parents in the driveway. The summer of 1974, I graduated from high school, turned eighteen and, with money earned at the mall, bought a round-trip ticket to what seemed like a shimmering fairytale across the Atlantic: Europe.

I grew up in a comfortable, blue collar, suburban neighborhood of Minneapolis. The dads on our block…