HAROLD, MY FATHER, had three older brothers who emigrated from Sydney, Nova Scotia, to Baltimore, Maryland, where they worked at the Sparrows Point steel plant. Our family had visited them once, in 1954, when I was 12. The bus ride from Sydney was a grueling three-day journey that nearly did us all in. When my mom, Maretta, and Dad started talking about visiting Baltimore again in 1968, we all agreed—no buses!
For various reasons, traveling by car and train were also out of consideration, so Mom looked into the cost of going by plane. She found that flying fit the budget and, best of all, we could get there in one day.
Dad flatly refused to fly, and a battle of wills was on! After a week of him digging…
