A woman said my dad was in a car wreck. He died. He drove head first into a building.' Sue Ann rambled without a breath. 'Kathy, my dad has been dead for eight years. I think she was talking of your dad. There was a purple car. Where are you?' 'You're not making any sense,' I said. She persisted. 'Kathy, when is the last time you saw your dad?' 'Last week. Why?' 'Jorge says his car has been missing for five days, Kathy.' 'Itchy Feet' was the term Kathy's mother used to describe the behavior of Kathy's father, Robert. It is a deep drive to go, tour, sojourn, to be a rover, a nomad, or to wander. It is a drive that makes you feel you must go; that you will die if you do not. Robert's 'itchy feet' made him unpredictable and easily misunderstood. Kathy reserves judgment and shares stories of the man as she knew him-from her childhood to his mysterious end. A series of heartfelt anecdotes about one man's life and choices reveals the spirit beneath the eccentricity.

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