Whelp, it’s the end of July/beginning of August, so regular friends of the decanter know what that means ’round here…..
Yes, ol’ Robbo is packing up the Port Swiller Family and heading for Maine, there to recharge his depleted batteries by loafing for a week out on the deck, filling his lungs with clean sea-air, spending the days in idle contemplation of the bay and the nights in more concentrated contemplation of adult beverages…..
In short, by not doing a damned thing. I simply cannot understand people who feel that a vacation must entail the constant scrambling from one place to another – attractions, amusement parks, landmarks – and the pursuit (he closes his eyes as he types this) of experiences.
Feh, just thinking about such a programme makes ol’ Robbo tarred. No, thankee.
Anyhoo, be back later…..