The Best Vacation Ever July 15th 2006
Saturday, late morning, July 15th 2006. Diner food. Yum. Bacon, eggs, home fries, pancakes; the classic American breakfast. Cute couple in the booth behind us. Not cute as in just married-knuddling-please-get-a-room cute, but cute as in in their 60's and siting on the same side of the table. In a booth, mind you. Lucky people to be so close after all those years. Maybe the romance is fresh despite their latter years; maybe a second bite at the apple. Who cares, I just hope I'm as lucky and have someone to hold my hand when the reapers harsh breath tickles my nostrils. Hit the road again. Clear skies, kid staightjacketed in the back, wife at side and Monk, Powell & Brubeck on the iTunes (and broadcast via iTrip). This is the big push, five hours in a car with a three year old. I heard they "torture" prisoners at Gitmo with the sound of a crying baby. Add to that trapped in small space with a toddler and I'll talk. Instantly. Arrived at the campground around 4; first ones there. Set up the tent, Bean running around saying: "can I help, can I help. Sure hold this. Very good honey. Etc". Soon everyone else trickled in and staked their claims. Dinner, fire, beers, sleep. The four legs of the Table of Happiness.
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The Best Vacation Ever

July 15th 2006

Saturday, late morning, July 15th 2006. Diner food. Yum. Bacon, eggs, home fries, pancakes; the classic American breakfast. Cute couple in the booth behind us. Not cute as in just married-knuddling-please-get-a-room cute, but cute as in in their 60's and siting on the same side of the table. In a booth, mind you. Lucky people to be so close after all those years. Maybe the romance is fresh despite their latter years; maybe a second bite at the apple. Who cares, I just hope I'm as lucky and have someone to hold my hand when the reapers harsh breath tickles my nostrils.

Hit the road again. Clear skies, kid staightjacketed in the back, wife at side and Monk, Powell & Brubeck on the iTunes (and broadcast via iTrip). This is the big push, five hours in a car with a three year old. I heard they "torture" prisoners at Gitmo with the sound of a crying baby. Add to that trapped in small space with a toddler and I'll talk. Instantly.

Arrived at the campground around 4; first ones there. Set up the tent, Bean running around saying: "can I help, can I help. Sure hold this. Very good honey. Etc". Soon everyone else trickled in and staked their claims. Dinner, fire, beers, sleep. The four legs of the Table of Happiness.

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