The Gift of Gab

ОМСК The gift of gab on all these blogs everywhere can make your head spin. Everyone seems to be posting blogs these days, and one popped up about 8 reasons or so not to go to the seaside for a holiday; I took a look. Of course, I don't have the means to go to the seaside anyway, but it would at least be cheerful to see someone throw mud on all the perfect little holiday excursions that require many hours of flying. And there is a world war on, although most try to keep up with the old habits of running around, buying a 2nd home in Spain, and such that I would hear from students who have money. At some point, the penny drops and all these 'experiences' drop away too.I'll sound stodgy and old fashioned, but I realize as a kid, vacations meant time with relatives. Grandma's farmhouse, the big red tractor in the garage, the 5 cousins across the street, and the 2nd grandma down the road. The cousins had a cottage on Lake Erie, and all sorts of summer joys could be had, such as swimming, water skiing, tubing, and monkeying around. I remember weddings, funerals, and a sense of clan that was dissapearing each year growing up, however.Nowadays, the type of modern vacations everyone has means tiring flights, lines, cancellations, and dehydration on a torpidly hot beach in July, the time when all the locals flee to the mountains or somewhere else. Sure, it was great, but exhausting too, as one tries to pack in so much into a short period of time.Last year, I took a short vacation to...