I grew up in the 1970’s, the time of NIXON, Ford and carter. It was a time of polyester, smoking, wide neckties and shame at our perceived strategic reassignment of our objectives in Vietnam.
“International” was on the back burner for America, and when my stupid older brother wanted to quit the Air Force after 18 months, they shrugged and said: “Sure. Okay. Thanks for stopping by.”
Domestic Achievements were the order of the day, and the crown
jewel of our vast nation was our Interstate Highway System. We had been diligently linking up all of our nations regions since 1956 and it was all done by the late 70’s! Yay!
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| First road thru the canyon, 1903 |
Well, almost done. There was one teeny, tiny 16 mile stretch of road that stubbornly defied all attempts at fourlanedom. 16 lousy miles out of 47,714. And that’s where my family vacationed every year.
