Martin J. Fishman

Looking through old photo albums, the kind with actual prints in a book, I found the one labeled “Westward Ho.” It’s a story told in photos of our weeklong cross country trip to Arizona.
Well before everyone had cell phones or GPS, we did it the old fashioned way with AAA paper maps.
Another album is filled with photographic memories of our time together in Arizona.
Just yesterday my teenaged son asked me about when I lived in Arizona, I told him about Marty, how we worked...