Letters to My Son

In the fall of 1992 my son went on a weekend camping trip with some friends to the Shawnee National Forest in Southern Illinois. Two weeks later I received a collect phone call. It was Tim. He was in Los Angeles and heading to Santa Cruz the next day with some folks he’d met on the road. Tim called to inform me that he had decided to leave St. Louis and go traveling. He had no money and no car, he knew that he’d have to hitchhike and find food and money where he could. The last week had giv...