I have many wonderful and unforgettable memories from great trips I've made during my lifetime but, unfortunately, I cannot shake from my memory the very worst trip I ever took which happened exactly six years ago, back in November of 2016.
SERENITY NOW!
Seven horrible days in Los Angeles and San Diego with my father.
The old man hogged the driving wheel during the entire trip even though he could barely drive because of his old age and he flatly refused to go anywhere else but the cheapie 99 cent stores where he would stay hours and hours, going slowly aisle by aisle while I just stood there, like a wax figure, motionless and unable to do anything.
The happiest moment came when I realized the end of the torture was coming near!
I never took a trip with him ever again. Mercifully, he died in 2018.
