As a I child I recall my younger sister and I hurdling over the back seat of my mom’s 2005 Chevy Tahoe as she sped down I-40 on a summer afternoon. Once in the rear, my sister and I would imagine that we were archeologist who were escaping from dismayed dinosaurs after trespassing onto their territory. For hours we would create fictional worlds filled with stories for every driver and passenger we laid eyes on. At one point my sister would take notes as I went on and on with my detailed discoveries. Can’t say much has changed since then, I’m still the same curious archeologist on the road.