My father told me to take the limo shuttle from Bradley to the Kimball Hotel in Springfield, Mass. The limo took a very circuitous route and my father met me at the hotel. We were stopped at the bridge over the Connecticut River into West Springfield as the river was so high, but were allowed to proceed home as my family were residents of the town.
I will never forget the sight of the flooded tobacco fields and roads as we flew into Bradley.
L.A. for less than the price of sunblock. 
