Although I ran away from home several times, as early as age 9 with the goal of getting a job on an ocean liner, the first passport stamp didn’t land on a blank page until January of 1972. Urban England looked like all my travel dreams come true. Zipping toward London in a shuttle bus, I marveled that people could drive on the other side of the road. How did they keep themselves from swerving into oncoming traffic?
Intriguing questions have continued to arise as I’ve taught, learned, written, and traveled, observed, commented, and participated in a Baedeker full of fascinating scenes. May it never end.