My first solo vacation was a two-week trip to Aunt Anna’s dairy farm, 29 miles to the south of home. I was 10, and the trip lasted for five miserable days. It was also the beginning of serious separation anxiety, and perhaps of even more serious agoraphobia, I call this story “Farm Boy.”

PS: My new book, “Why Don’t You Just Relax?” is now available on Amazon Kindle, and will be available as a soft cover book there in a couple of days.