Growing up along the Gulf Coast, I remember taking drives with my mother and breathing in the salt air. Sand dunes periodically hid the Gulf from view but for the most part, I could see water for miles. Sometimes we would drive to the fish market and pick out the day’s catches for dinner. Other times we drove with no particular location in mind. I understood, on some level, my mother’s need to roll down the windows and feel the wind against her face. I sensed, especially as a teenager, …