I can imagine what it would be like to cross America in a covered wagon…I really can…and I’ll tell you why. When I was sixteen my brother Dave decided to drive his van from Seattle to Miami. We started early in the morning; I didn’t even get breakfast. It seemed like we drove forever. My back was really hurting from sitting all the time. Worse than that was the rain. It started raining hard and the wipers weren’t working well. Boy…I knew exactly how those pioneers must have felt. On the second day, we were driving fast on the freeway because Dave was hungry. I guess the only difference between our trip and the pioneers is that we didn’t have any problems with Indians. In fact, this pretty girl who looked like maybe she could be an Apache said hi to me. Dave thought she was French.