I'm not going to stop until I finish with my stories, even though we're coming up on the one month anniversary of their occasion.
To refresh your memory, first came Uncle Mervie's Big Time, which meandered into Chapter Two aka Bon-ay, where we left our tragic heroes in the open back of a pick up truck.
Southport is the lovely epitome of Connecticut. On Sunday morning I took a walk (all the other days I preferred to just sit) down to the water to stretch my legs. It's so pretty down there!
|We managed to stay hydrated and ward off scurvy|
We turned in fairly early that night, and in the morning I was treated to the satisfying sight of my children on adjoining air mattresses with my mom in the background on the patio with her coffee and papes.
That day was Ann's birthday, which we celebrated with lunch at the club
|paying homage to Jane's record|
|this one has epic zoom and crop potential|
|Ah, the singing beverage cartons. Of course.|
|Make a wish*, dollies.|
To be continued, one more time....