I learn something new every time I visit a new place. Sometimes, I glean a new historical fact or expose myself to a food or drink I have never had.
When I visited the Cincinnati area recently, I discovered something entirely different. Apparently, Covington, Ky., doesn’t sell contact lens solution.
I feel sorry for my wife. And not just because she has to put up with me and my bad jokes. I recently have learned that she suffered through a deprived childhood.
As a child, Maria only went on one vacation. One. Uno. That’s it. One trip to the beach when she was little and nothing else.
I love my wife’s parents, but wonder what made them abuse her like that.
We don’t always get a chance to confront our childhood fears. Thanks to two of my crazy sisters, I will get that opportunity later this year. I’m going to Disney World.
Well, all of us are as part of a small-scale Shea invasion. This is nothing new for my siblings, some of whom go once or twice a year and have planned this particular family jaunt.
I haven’t been to Disney since one summer in the early 1970s when I celebrated a birthday – I either turned 5 or 6, I forget – at the happiest place on earth. My memories are far from happy.
My wife and I went away for the weekend recently to celebrate our 10th anniversary. We came back relaxed after a splendid weekend. But I have a bone to pick with some of the people who also spent that weekend in Cape May, N.J. You people need to learn how to travel.
I’m no world-traveler, but I have taken my share of trips, particularly to historically relevant places. Maria loves visiting historic houses, so I know the drill pretty well.
That’s why I couldn’t get over the number of indecisive people we encountered. I don’t expect people to plan a detailed itinerary each day, but they could at least have a clue about what they plan to do when they set out for the day.