Tuesday
8/12/03...
August... what I had neglected in my earlier musings about the beginning of the end of summer is the old fashioned family-car-vacation. (Not that I'll miss this particular year in the least anyway. First it wouldn't stop snowing, and then it wouldn't stop raining. Then it was sunny for a few weeks, but now it's been dark, rainy and humid for so long that all sorts of plants we have are literally rotting in the ground. Grrrr... this years blows)
Hey, but anyway, tomorrow my lovely bride and I are tossing the kids and what I'm betting what will be a surprising amount of our belongings in the back of the van and setting off for Mystic Connecticut. Yeee haw. We're gonna see us some submarines and some dolphins and we're gonna play us some mini golf. You know the drill& just like when you were a kid and you and your siblings had to sit in the back seat on the way to visit a house where George Washington's secretary's half-brother may or may have not slept. Or signed something. Or whatever.
Anyway, I'm sure this trip will provide plenty of blog fodder for a long time to come, but until then here's a story about our very first family-car-trip.
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August... what I had neglected in my earlier musings about the beginning of the end of summer is the old fashioned family-car-vacation. (Not that I'll miss this particular year in the least anyway. First it wouldn't stop snowing, and then it wouldn't stop raining. Then it was sunny for a few weeks, but now it's been dark, rainy and humid for so long that all sorts of plants we have are literally rotting in the ground. Grrrr... this years blows)
Hey, but anyway, tomorrow my lovely bride and I are tossing the kids and what I'm betting what will be a surprising amount of our belongings in the back of the van and setting off for Mystic Connecticut. Yeee haw. We're gonna see us some submarines and some dolphins and we're gonna play us some mini golf. You know the drill& just like when you were a kid and you and your siblings had to sit in the back seat on the way to visit a house where George Washington's secretary's half-brother may or may have not slept. Or signed something. Or whatever.
Anyway, I'm sure this trip will provide plenty of blog fodder for a long time to come, but until then here's a story about our very first family-car-trip.
