In 1973, straight after A level, I went to the USA with five friends. We picked up a car in NYC, drove south through Washington, the Carolinas, the Deep South to New Orleans. From there we went West to the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, LA and then up the coastal highway to SF. Up over the Rockies, across the Great Plains to Detroit, Niagara Falls and back to NYC. We camped or slept in the car. We were terrified of guns, bears, rattlesnakes and crocodiles.
We got shot at, run out of a town for having long hair, drunk on Mezcal, and more.
Today we meet again for the first time since then for dinner and collapso. Photographs will be viewed.
I can't believe we are all over 60
