Everything featured in this week’s blog took place 25 years ago. It was April 24, 1989 when Jeff James and I quit our jobs for the ultimate road trip — to see the entire United States.
We’d purchased a 10 year old Chevy van and made some interior modifications to make it habitable. Starting from Los Angeles, our goal was to visit all 50 states (we’d knocked out Hawaii the year prior). Jeff being a baseball fan added the additional goal of visiting every major league baseball stadium.
The entire idea was inspired two years prior in 1987 by the movie “Baby Boom” starring Diane Keaton where she chucks a high-pressured NYC job, moves to Vermont and makes applesauce.
1980’s Los Angeles was not an easy place to live. The streets were ruled by rival gangs (Bloods vs. Crips). The news became repetitive, “13 people killed in drive-by shootings this weekend” was a common headline. We wanted out of LA.
Jeff and I had each invested 5 years at Dick Clark Productions, and our departure sparked the best-ever send-off party involving the entire company (that’s Dick and his wife Kari in the lower left).
There was a secondary party at Dick and Kari’s house in Malibu the following night. We will always remember their hospitality — we were treated as family.
With a Rand-McNally road atlas as our guide, we hit the road on Monday, April 24, 1989 and headed north. From a very early age I had carried a wish to visit all 50 states, and finally now, this quest was underway.
Our first major destination was Alaska, which was not an easy drive. I’ll never forget the 212 miles of gravel roads, the endless bouncing from frost heaves, and the two flat tires (the second one came before the first one was fixed).
But we made it. For me, this is the most prized photo from our entire journey.
Alaska is by far the largest of all states. We visited the two major cities of Fairbanks and Anchorage…
… as well as Mt. McKinley. At 20,237 feet, it is the highest point in North America (and hidden somewhere here in the background).
This is the famous trans-Alaska pipeline which transports oil 800 miles along the entire north-south distance of the state. Note: our journey took place only one month after the Exxon Valdez oil spill, however, we did not see any effects of this incident.
The drive to Alaska was so grueling, we booked a ferry back to Canada. For two days, we navigated the panhandle islands on our quest back to smoothly paved roads.
It was during this time we met two young ladies from Colorado who were on a similar adventure, along with their dog. They too had driven to Alaska and returned via ferry.
We visited major landmarks along our journey, including Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park…
… and Mt. Rushmore in South Dakota.
This was a long time ago. There was no Facebook, YouTube or Twitter. The Internet hadn’t been born and we just called it “mail”… we wrote letters with ink and paper and relied on the mailman to deliver it several days later with the aid of a 25 cent stamp. This was prior to the digital age when we used pay phones, photos were taken on 35mm film and video was shot on a camcorder using VHS tape (youngsters, ask your parents).
St. Louis is known as the gateway to the west.
The arch is impressive (we traveled to the top inside little modules that run up and down the interior arms of the arch).
And there was plenty of baseball along the way. At the time, there were 26 major league teams.
Somehow we worked our way into the Philadelphia bullpen. Despite Jeff’s coaching, the Phillies finished last in their division with a record of 67-95 that year.
Fans of the book / movie “Moneyball” will appreciate this story. This is Art Howe, then manager of the Houston Astros. He was later hired by Billy Beane to manage the Oakland A’s and implement his revolutionary strategy of selecting low-cost players who get on base.
This is Tiger Stadium in Detroit, one of my all-time favorites. Sadly, it’s been replaced by a modern mega-stadium with its luxury box seats for corporate fat cats.
Bathing was rare and challenging.
This called for efficiency (this is the “before” photo).
I opted for the low-maintenance cut.
Our friend Mike joined us for a week. Here we visited Ray Kroc’s first ever McDonald’s in Des Plaines, Illinois, which opened in 1955. Today, there are more than 34,000 McDonald’s restaurants in 118 countries worldwide.
We rode the Staten Island Ferry into New York City. Note the twin towers of the World Trade Center in the background.
There’s a “Welcome to” sign at every state border, and we stopped to photograph every sign.
Americans love icons, even if they’re manufactured. This is “Plymouth Rock” where the pilgrims began life of religious freedom in the new world nearly 400 years ago.
We visited my mother in Pennsylvania. She turns 90 this weekend. We now connect with her via Skype.
Also in Pennsylvania, this college reunion came about thanks to our mutual friend, Tim. Little did either of us know at the time that this innocent little dinner would turn into marriage three years later.
Our friend Rob joined us for a week-long east-coast tour which included multiple historical sites, including Independence Hall.
This is the battlefield of Gettysburg, the turning point in the war between the states in 1863.
In Washington D.C., we visited the monument which shares the same name as the city…
… and the White House. The Reagan years had just concluded and the first George Bush had recently taken office.
Farther south in Florida, we toured Disney World’s Magic Kingdom and EPCOT before sending Rob on his way back to LA.
Also in Florida, we visited my former apartment complex in Fort Myers (note our license plate on the van).
Along the way, we photographed businesses which shared the name of our former boss. Upon return to LA, we presented a poster collage to Dick for his 60th birthday in November, 1989.
We met many friends along the way. The parents of friends were the best. We’d get a bed, a shower and a home cooked meal – the three most valued treats along our journey.
It’s all Elvis all the time in Memphis. Everywhere you turn, Elvis is there.
Here’s my best Elvis impersonation.
Here’s an impressive “Welcome to” sign. Perhaps they are trying too hard.
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere New Mexico, I ran out of gas. As I hitch-hiked to find fuel, Jeff sat in the van at the side of the road next to a sign that read “don’t pick up prisoners.” I’m sticking with my story that I created a memorable experience.
This bright and colorful welcome sign comes with its own subtitled warning.
Other signs are very simple.
We concluded the Grand Canyon is aptly named (clearly, we survived).
Utah was our 50th and final state (this is the Great Salt Lake). We traveled 32,000 miles in 6 months (enough to circumnavigate the equator one-and-a-third times). From here we were off to San Francisco for the World Series where my brother Dave had scored tickets for game 5 (in a best of 7 game series). We arrived just in time to experience the 6.9 magnitude earthquake on October 17 which collapsed a section of the Oakland Bay bridge, killed 63 people, and delayed the World Series for 10 days. Baseball fans will recall the SF Giants were swept by their cross bay rivals, Oakland A’s, so there was no game 5. After visiting every single major league baseball stadium that year, and holding World Series tickets in our hands, the cherry on top was denied us.
Epilogue 1: It was mid-October, we’d just departed Utah, our 50th and final state, and were now driving across the barren high desert of Oregon. It was past midnight, and with moonlight reflecting from the deserted landscape creating a lunar appearance, the sadness hit me. This lifelong dream of visiting all 50 states was fulfilled. It was over. It very quickly led to the question: “What’s next?” It was at that moment I realized it’s important to always have a dream. The thrill is the chase. Life is an adventure, live it to the fullest. Happy anniversary USA 1989.
Epilogue 2: We both found our way back to Dick Clark Productions. Jeff is there now and has built a 30 year career (the longest-running current employee). For me, after a season as a ski bum at Mammoth Mountain in the California Sierra Nevadas, I returned via the TV game show “Let’s Make a Deal” in Orlando, Florida in early 1990 before moving to Dick’s Princeton, NJ office in 1991. Lynda and I married the following year. In 1995, Dick Clark Productions won the business to launch BMW’s Z3 Roadster (the James Bond car), which eventually lead to my employment with BMW in 1996.
Special thanks to Jeff who scanned and transferred all these photos (my collection is locked away in our New Jersey basement). But more importantly, thanks to Jeff for taking the risk and sharing the journey. We created memories of a lifetime. The future course of our lives started April 24, 1989. ts