My Mother and I Go to New York City
I was 14 that spring when Mother suggested we take a trip to New York City after school let out for the summer. She had been there while she was pregnant with me when my father was in the Air Force and stationed near there and had always wanted to go back for another visit. I had grown up in Chattanooga and had never been out of the South so I thought it sounded like a neat idea. In mid June, Mother got a good round trip rate so we flew to New York on a Friday morning. It was my first time...