[Albion Wilde]

You each had your OWN mason jar? My, didn’t you live in the lap of luxury, LOL!

Our family must have been rich. We only ever had one car, but on vacation, all us kids each got an individual grocery bag half full of comics for the 9-hour ride to the South—and our mason jar wasn't for drinking from; it was only for peeing in.

On the trip to Florida, there were all-you-can-drink orange juice stands every thirty miles or so. What a treat!

Who else played car games on the long trips? Like counting head of cattle on "your" side of the car, trying to be the first one to get to 100. Or calling out "Stuckey's!" (or "Esso!" or "Burma Shave!") every time you were the first to spot one of their signs, and whoever got to 25 first. Then there were the license plates from many states...

[Vigilanteman]

Yep, all of that and then there was the 1970s hit song "Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road" which I taught my kids to sing. When you passed a skunk smell, start singing. If it wasn't gone by the time you finished, Dad would have to pull in to the next ice cream shop and buy cones for the whole family.

Oh, they would try to sing fast, but if they missed a part, I'd make them start over.