My dad taught me that life, at its best, is an adventure. A lot of our adventures with our dad were in the back seat of one of a series of old Ford and Mercury station wagons we owned. These were vehicles with a third row (bench actually) of seats in the very back, and in the case of our Mercury, even (exotically) facing backward. Since the second row of car seats was generally referred to as the “back”, my brother and I came to dub the third row as the “wayback”, which also riffed on the wonderfully creative “Rocky & Bullwinkle Show” and the history travelling machine of Mr. Peabody (the talking professorial dog) “and his boy Sherman”. Continue reading →