San Diego Vacation Part 1
That's exactly what was happening. I just heard the door shut to the front door and the heard the sound of my Dad's truck pull out of the driveway and down the street. He and my mom were leaving to take Craig to the airport. I had no problems with Craig, he was a little bit older than me, he was the youngest of my four older brothers. We were very similar in many ways, but my parents always had a little bit of a different relationship with me. With my older siblings, it was understood that...