In July of 1988, my parents took my sister and I on a family vacation trip to Europe.
This was the summer before I left home for college...the tenth consecutive “family vacation” of my youth, most certainly, the most ambitious.
We travelled by tour bus with a group of peppy American retirees—Austria, Belgium, France, Germany, Liechtenstein, Luxembourg and Switzerland. There were a couple of train and boat trips, too...a whole lot of walking.
I carried my trusty Canon T-70, insisted on shooting on black and white film, and all but refused to snap any photos of my family or the elderly on our tour bus. I was after old world images...things I’d never seen before.
Much to my father’s ire, I kept my trusty Walkman cassette player at my side almost constantly. My European soundtrack: U2, R.E.M., The Smithereens, The Outfield, The Alarm.