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When I was about eight years old, my parents moved from California back to New Jersey. Ever the history buff in our family, Mom insisted that we drive the 3,000 miles home to take advantage of the landmarks we would pass. That meant that my father had to take her and the three of us on every detour known to man just to get to a particular historic site.   My brothers were three and four, and usually asleep in the backseat of the “woody” station wagon we used for the trip. One detour took us about 50 miles out of...