How Parenting Flies By

Syler Thomas | August 15, 2016

Growing up in central Texas, the idea of getting in a car and driving to another state in less than four hours was foreign to me. I could get to Mexico faster than I could get to any neighboring state. Texans are proud of their long highways. In fact, not long after you enter Texas from Louisiana, you’re greeted by a sign that says “Beaumont 23, El Paso 857.” That’s not being helpful, that’s just showing off.

When I arrived at DePaul University in Chicago in 1991, I was not only entranced by the big city but also intrigued by the idea you could hop in your car and get to Indiana in a relatively short amount of time. So one night freshman year, my friend and I were feeling spontaneous; we decided to visit Gary, Indiana, since, we thought, It’s a Monday night; we’re adults now; and there are no rules.

We headed to the snack shop on campus and loaded up on Cheetos and candy and big fountain drinks for the road trip ahead of us. We grabbed a map (remember, it was 1991), headed onto the Chicago Skyway, and hit the open road. The music was cranking, the jokes were flowing, and 45…

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