by Thomas Martin, copyright 2023, all rights reserved. My mother lived as an American in Post-World War II Germany and travelled extensively through Europe while living there. She enjoyed her life and her experiences and she held tightly to the memories and emotions from that time. Many times, I would be with my mother at a location and she would get a dreamy look in her eyes and I knew that something she saw brought back and memory from Europe. When I would ask her what she was thinking, she would begin describing her memory in details such that I too could share in her joy. Through my life, her travel stories set the stage for my own time traveling, often retracing the very steps she took. Although my mother enjoyed going out of the house and enjoying lunches and dinners, my father did not. When I would come home for a weekend, I would always try to take my mother out for lunch. About forty miles east from my parent’s house was Palm Springs and I knew