Our family had a huge Dodge in the 70s. We bought it when the Ford finally died just as we were about to cross into Mexico, to stay for an unspecified amount of time – and under very unspecified circumstances. I remember some things about that period. But I was a child, so I've forgotten a lot. My dad remembers some things. My mom remembers some other things. My photographs are fuzzy. And no one remembers the things I do. What actually happened?
