As the frequency of my bodily traveling increases, it’s becoming clear that something is building. Something that, according to the letter from my Grandfather, will send me back to 1933. As many questions as the readers of this blog may have, believe me, I have more.
I’m not sure at all what the details of this trip will be. Will I travel back to the exact date the letter from my Grandfather was written? If so, obviously my “landing” will take place pretty close to, if not in, Belton, Indiana. Or, will I travel back to 1933 San Diego, Indianapolis, or somewhere else? I haven’t a clue.
As much as I’d like to believe it will be a quick trip there and back, I have the feeling it won’t be that simple. Deep in my gut, I believe I’m going to be there awhile. I don’t know why it feels that way, it just does.
So, in preparation, I’m trying to put together some things that will make the trip more comfortable. I won’t lie to you, the thought of appearing in a cornfield in 1930s Indiana wearing a pair of sweatpants and a Ralph Lauren t-shirt is a big fear. That’s why I’m trying to make sure of two things:
