I still remember the last week of my last real summer vacation: I was 15 and I knew that the following year I’d have a summer job somewhere. I’d get on my scooter (moped) every morning, go by my buddy’s house (he had a scooter too) and we’d ride around until it got dark ($1 / gallon gas and 95 mpg made that a cheap thing to do). It was our last true week of freedom. Next time I have a week like that will be after I’m retired.
Aug 16, 2013