Mail stops

What? No Facebook, Instagram, or even email?

Just good old-fashioned mail stops.

At the post office, you’d identify yourself and receive a stack of letters sent by friends and family weeks earlier.

It kept us in our bubble, shielded from the outside world.

For the most part, that was a good thing—until one group member learned about the death of a beloved grandparent after the funeral had already taken place.

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More TransAm ’81 impressions:

• Trail
• Buddies
• Devour
• On the road
• Breakdowns
• Lazy Louie
• Cookie Lady
• Finish line

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