Robert Kirby is still recuperating from a star-spangled Fourth. And, no, he didnât spark any fires. This is reprint of a previous column.
At a glance, it seemed like a great time. The sun was bright, the water blue, and nobody got hurt who didnât have it coming. We spent a week soaking up rays and eating ourselves into stupors.
My wife pronounced the vacation a 2 on a scale of 1 to 5 (with 1 being the best). I reminded her that the wind sucked our $150 awning out into the lake.