It’s the end of summer. There is a part of me these last weeks that has longed to be home, to go on a road trip, to be “somewhere in the West”—or at least have a valid Euro-driver’s license that would allow me to do a little adventuring.

This road trip taken by my grandma and her family in 1936 is a complete fascination; dirt roads from Minneapolis to California. And as always, whoever was directing the documentation part of the show—I wish I had them here at the office.