Proving Identity with Patience
“I guess everybody needs a worst vacation story,” he texted. And they were having one.
My nephew was playing in baseball tournaments in a small nowheresville town. At least he was supposed to be playing. A cold front was slipping through the area bringing with it severe thunderstorms.
The entire family went along for the fun, but after four days they had experienced nothing but disaster. My brother’s texts were predictable. “What’s the radar showing?” Then “Game cancelled.” Between trying to find a place to stay, lining up daytime adventures, ball practice, rain and useless driving, I wasn’t surprised they were having their worst vacation ever. Read more...
My nephew was playing in baseball tournaments in a small nowheresville town. At least he was supposed to be playing. A cold front was slipping through the area bringing with it severe thunderstorms.
The entire family went along for the fun, but after four days they had experienced nothing but disaster. My brother’s texts were predictable. “What’s the radar showing?” Then “Game cancelled.” Between trying to find a place to stay, lining up daytime adventures, ball practice, rain and useless driving, I wasn’t surprised they were having their worst vacation ever. Read more...
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