I’ve lost track of the years that our family lake vacation has taken place. It seems like it’s been forever. As one looks back it has been a collage of memories starting with tiny little grandchildren growing and maturing each year until many of them have become young adults. This year the date was set and then the Pandemic started messing with things. In fact it looked like Grandpa and Grandma would miss this one when our son developed COVID-like…..
I remember the simpler times. We would watch from the house as the mailman pulled up to our country mailbox located at the end of our driveway. Then a battle would begin between we siblings about whose turn it was to get the mail. Actually the end result usually turned into a race to see who could arrive at the rusty old metal box first. The winner was awarded the honor of ripping open the metal door revealing the days…..