When I finally left my grandmother to go and live with my mother after twenty years (in 1967) my grandmother told me that "God would strike me dead" for leaving her.
Sure enough, it rained for every mile of the 384 mile trip from Ohio to the Poconos on the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
Since I had little money, I pulled over on the highway a few times to sleep.
But I finally arrived, seeing a billboard advertising "Dee and Dale Crews at Pocono Manor Inn."
