My father took
this photo of me 30 years ago. He raised my sister and I in the sand dunes of
lived in a one-room shack, no electricity, phone, or plumbing. We cooked food
on a small gas range and had a kerosene stove to keep the place warm until we
fell asleep. It got very, very cold in winter.
the morning my dad would give my sister her bottle (she's 3 years younger than
me) in the back of the Jeep while I drove over the dunes to the highway. I was
7 then, could see over the dash and knew how to lock the hubs when we switched
to 4-wheel drive. The Commando was a cool green Jeep. The only way to make it
through the sand was to let lots of air out of the tires.