Back in the mid to late sixties, San Francisco was the place to be. There were times when I thought I was going to be the only person who never got there. When I graduated from Buff State in 1975 , we celebrated by taking a cross country trip, through Missouri, Colorado, and finally San Francisco. It felt good to be on the road. Our kids were 5 and 18 months, and they travelled well.

I've looked at this picture a thousand times, and I never noticed the little hand holding onto the window bar - that would be our daughter.