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Top Summer Memories

Oh, sweet, sweet summertime. We love the few months of out of the year where the sun is out, weather is warm, and the Live Riveted adventures are endless. Summer is a time to take a step back from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and get out there and explore! Spending time with family and friends, making memories and seeing new places are all vital components of a successful summer. We love that Airstreamers get out and see this beautiful country of ours even more during the summer months, so we decided to make a monthly challenge out

On the Road with Music and Memories

The mixed CD that’s a compilation of music by “divas” begins with a tune by Billie Holiday. I am in the car with my mother and we’re driving to my sister’s house on a back road. She brightens at the idea that we’ve got this female vocalist vibe going. We chat a little, but then she realizes the tune playing is “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and she stops. “Is it Judy?” Mom asks over the noise of the wind coming in the windows on this gorgeous day. And then Judy Garland belts out the next line and Mom smiles. Judy’s

Water Beckons and I Go

One day back in 2002, or maybe it was 2003, I was taking a power walk down at the waterfront promenade in Hoboken, N.J. It was a gorgeous day and I stared longingly at the boats going by. Ah, to be on the water, I thought. And then it occurred to me there was no reason the ferry had to be a commuting vessel. I could just go for a ride. At this point I was literally walking next to the storied old ferry terminal. Uh, hello. Holy obvious, Batman. My sneakers led the way and I hopped on. It