As we traveled from coast to coast to spend some summertime days with our children we were reminded of days not so long ago. Our eldest recently took a position at a law firm in Portland, Oregon. As we ventured up to his office on the 40th floor of "the Big Pink," the second tallest building in the Portland skyline, we were reminded of our visit to his Wall Street office when he was an intern at an investment firm a full decade ago during his college years.
Time and travel are certainly different from when I was a child picking blueberries up in the Catskill Mountains where I spent my summers at a bungalow colony owned by our cousins. We drove in an old jalopy or the used UPS truck my father owned. We used a bucket as the seat in that truck, which doubled as a toilet. Just flip it over at a stop and send the rest of the family out for a walk.
The burst of my own childhood memories came back when we returned from Portland and joined a Facebook page titled, "People Who Went To Catskill Bungalow Colonies." I wonder which Facebook pages my children will someday join to remind them of their youth.