A Conversation with Carter: We're halfway there, Legacy Square

A Conversation with Carter: We're halfway there, Legacy Square

When we were young and fortunate enough to vacation, my father had a quirky habit that made my three sisters laugh and roll their eyes. Inevitably, he would strike up a conversation with a stranger and tell him more than he ever wanted to know about western North Dakota. Depending on the circumstances and the assigned seating, this went on for a minute or an entire flight. In our eyes, our father was paid to sell Ford vehicles, not to sell Dicki…