When I was a kid, I walked just about everywhere I went. I remember walking a good mile and a half to school when I was in first grade. But this is not one of those tales we like to tell our children about how hard we used to have it by trudging through the snow and wind with only plastic bags upon our feet as we walked uphill both to and from our destination. I liked walking. I walked to baseball practice. I walked to church. I walked through the woods for hours with no goal in mind other than to see where the path would take me. Walking in the 1960s wasn’t as dangerous a quest as it is today.
One of the things I would do as I walked was sing along with my transistor radio. I have never been shy about singing out loud no matter who may be around me. To this day, I can literally remember exactly where I was in route when I first heard the song, “The Long and Winding Road.”