My father came to this country from England when he was a boy. He and his mother were joining my grandfather in Nebraska. He eventually dropped out of school and ran away. He mostly traveled around for several years before landing in Fremont, Ohio, where he met my mom and pretty much spent the rest of his life. It's where I was born and grew up. Only after he died did i learn much more about his life, that he was the illegitimate son of first cousins and had many half siblings that were a secret from our family. My fathers immigrant status and his wandering years gave him a kind of restlessness that i inherited even though we both have lived lives primarily in one place. But travel beckons and the spirit wanders.