We're related, Eddie, or at least should be.
No credit cards. No cell-phones. No GPS. Not even good maps. Vague directions, hand-scribbled notes on a legal pad left over from HS. Maybe a map from random states tucked in the glove box, but maybe not. Bags of salted-in-the-shell peanuts. A gallon jug of water for the radiator and 4 qts. of oil. 50 bucks in each pocket.
Headed for America.
I'm not sure when the people of this country turned into a bunch of thumb-sucking pansies, but it was some time since 1980.