This coming Sunday it’s off to Maine, one more time. Not for us exactly – more for one of our grandsons. Last year we took his brother to Maine – he loved it. So this year it’s the other one’s turn.
It’ll be like one of those deja vu things, you know? Same place, same time, same hotel, and probably the same restaurants. That way they’ll be able to make direct comparisons. Although I kind of doubt that we’ll see George 41 again. But he wants to see the Bush complex, so off we’ll go to Kennebunkport.
So why not take them both at the same time? Well, last year it wasn’t possible. We took the youngest to Maine because his brother went with a friend to Myrtle Beach, SC. It seemed fair. Problem was, the oldest didn’t have what you’d call a “great time” in Myrtle Beach. The one who went with us to Maine did. So we had a bit of a dilemma. Easy way out was to promise him a trip to Maine this year. And here we are.
We could, I guess, take them both this year.
Nope. Don’t think so. One of them in the Jeep for 7.5 hours is one thing. Both of them for that length of time is suicide. Mine, that is. Maybe when they’re both about 20 or so……..