More years ago than I wish to admit, when I was not quite a year old, my parents packed up the birdshit white Volkswagen Camper and drove from Southern California, up through Canada to Flushing, New York. My father was beginning a post-doctorate fellowship in immunology, and my mother was escaping to some semblance of independence from a family she’d been bound to since birth. This was the days before car seats and other safety devices (before air conditioning was standard in cars, too) and my father was thrilled to have developed this net-like contraption that would latch on the …read more