How many times, in the rush of our daily lives, have we driven by a turn-off along the road and wondered where it led?
For me, it happened often. The sign for a county Vietnam War Memorial — a war I fought in! — that I raced past for 20 years. The driveway into an overgrown lot where a small abandoned church beckoned. The turnoff to a wildlife preserve I had never seen. And yet, each time the momentum of life — career, family, travel — always overran my best intentions to check it out.
When I finally retired at 69, I decided: no more. If something piques my curiosity, I’m going after it. And over the past year, I’ve done just that, exploring.