A few days ago my wife discovered some pictures of our family move from Illinois to California as we stopped to visit the Grand Canyon. One was of the six of us looking down into the canyon and remembering the remark by one of our children saying it’s just a big hole in the ground. Another was of my youngest on my shoulders who a week earlier wouldn’t talk or be near me because she was angry I had been away for a long period of time to set up our new life across country. I remarked to her when she saw the picture that it was a journey that changed our lives forever. Though she had no memory at the age of two about the trip, she agreed with my comment.