At first, it was Minneapolis that was my big dream. Then ...

At first, it was Minneapolis that was my big dream. Then it was New York City and St. Petersburg, Russia; later, it was Boston and Paris. Strangely, I don’t recall many dreams about love or marriage or children. My dreams never included a particular house or car. In some ways, I think, it was because my parents got their big dreams of travel before I was born (Mom working in DC after growing up in Wisconsin, Dad through the Civilian Conservation Corps and serious time in the Pacific as a Mari...