Photo credit: Andy Watson/Bull Stock Media My dad started taking me on cross-country road trips when I was about 14. To save money, we’d often skip motels and find places to sleep outside. Once I slept on the edge of a parking lot in Fort Knox, Tennessee (My dad assured me it was probably the safest place in America). Another time we rolled out our sleeping bags in a park in Montreal. Another time, we took turns dozing off in a booth at a 24-hour diner in Manhattan, while the other stayed awake and sipped coffee.
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Photo credit: Andy Watson/Bull Stock Media My dad started taking me on cross-country road trips when I was about 14. To save money, we’d often skip motels and find places to sleep outside. Once I slept on the edge of a parking lot in Fort Knox, Tennessee (My dad assured me it was probably the safest place in America). Another time we rolled out our sleeping bags in a park in Montreal. Another time, we took turns dozing off in a booth at a 24-hour diner in Manhattan, while the other stayed awake and sipped coffee.