On the first day of August, we packed the car for an overnight stay and headed north to Iowa for my niece’s belated high-school graduation party.
The road trip—our first since the Covid quarantines started—was a strange mixture of excitement to be going somewhere and apprehension about wearing masks and keeping our soon-to-be college freshmen healthy. Also—in my heart, anyway—there was the added emotional weight of remembering the last time we had taken this very same trip.






