Moving, thirty-eight years ago!

On August 21, 1985 a large moving truck left our home in Chappaqua with all of our belongings, headed for Park City, Utah. This would be our sole, official move in our lifetime with all the trappings familiar to so many American households.

At the same time my wife and our two kids were boarding our small passenger car, kind of ready for a long trip. Just before leaving, we had an early pasta dinner at our neighbors, the Chan-Noris family, and I remember that our son Thomas vomited his meal on the entry ramp to I-80 in the Bronx, starting the long journey on a rather alarming note! 

We had entrusted my wife’s small station wagon to perfect strangers willing to drive it for over 2,000 miles as it was quite customary to do in those days. The drivers paid one of the so-called drive-away companies a $100 deposit, got a full tank of gas and received directions to the distant destination. Hopefully, a week or so later, upon reaching destination, they would hand over the car keys to us and collect their deposit back. 

My wife was really sad to leave our beloved home nestled in the trees of Westchester County, not sure if Park City would be as cool as I made it appear. Fortunately, in the end, she ended up loving her new place so much that she says today that she’ll never, ever leave it!