It’s funny how times change.
When I was a teenager spring break meant my dad got a week of free labor as we readied for cotton planting season. The suggestion of a vacation would have been laughable. My kids have almost always thought spring break is an automatic ticket to the beach.
It was a late-season, last-minute call last week and I knew it wouldn’t be easy finding a place. Thank you very much for going out of your way to accommodate a condo for a few days. I have to take these opportunities when they come. Every year I fear my youngest daughter will be too old for me on the next.
Thank you for helping us, and again, for going above and beyond the call. That’s increasingly a lost art in this world.
See you in about 8 hours. We’re Perido Key bound for SBMMXII.
Bringing the check,