Sand in my pants

As a rule, I do not vacation well. And the idea of sitting in the hot sun, with wet pants filled with sand… well, it’s not for me. But I am headed for for the beach and plan to turn over a new leaf. Or starfish. Or something. Driving to a vacation destination, no less. The first time we’ve done that in 18 years (ever?). Fourteen hours, I’m told. Watch this space for updates.

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