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As my old man packed Iococa's greatest automotive idea since Harvey Firestone inflated round rubber I knew it would be another long ride in the caravan down to grandma and grandpa's house in Florida for another fun filled summer vacation. I felt like Rusty in National Lampoons Vacation harping to my dad why cant we go to Hawaii or another exciting place like my other friends and classmates who were headed off to. The Smith's were going to Europe to ride there bikes in some race supporting anti doping in cycling while freeloading at a fourth cousins house in Germany. My other friend Mark was getting to go to Washington D.C. and take a full tour of Quantico as his uncle was a instructor with the F.B.I., he said they were going to let him shoot a full auto rifle at a glass wall or something to that effect, but me down to Florida we go in my dad's 1998 Mini van that sports a grateful dead sticker in the window and Michigan State alumni tags, it screams nerd trust me. For years we have been hounding dad to trade it in or roll it in for a new Durango or Explorer but he always says who the hell needs four wheel drive and bad gas mileage, I have to put you two through college in a few years, in a weird adult way I knew he was right my aspirations were high Harvard, if not John Carroll in Cleveland which my aunt Ruby always said was just another poor kids Notre Dame. I guess she knew best as her 25 years of service in housewares at Penny's and later Cargo Express made her a real ivy league aficionado.
As I was assisting or complaing to Dad in the garage my mom and my sister were at it up stairs about why she cant bring piles of make up and here collection of slut thong underwear to our grandparents house. "You know your grandmother was a schoolteacher" I heard my mother yelling, She wouldn't allow young ladies in her class to dress like that.
Not sure what my grandmothers career teaching high school English had to do with my 16 year olds sisters choice of underwear but to my mom it did. Grandma was a tall stern lady that in a weird way resembled George Washington she taught till she was around 70 because my lazy ass grandfathers disability ran out from when he worked at the Super Freshway grocery store as an assistant to the assistant manager. My dad said he claimed arthritis in his fingers was to bad to continue working around 1985 or so and filed a claim with disability. He said it was a concurring injuring do to stocking frozen Totinos pizzas and Stouffers chicken pot pies, my dad always said if your grandfather was on your baseball team at school his batting average would be zero for whatever that meant.
Dad was a smart guy just kind of frugal, not sure why he was a Senior Academic Advisor with a small liberal arts college about two towns over and made a very comfortable living with generous benefits, I could go there next year for a real reduced admissions cost but there party scene is pretty weak, a girls dorm full of lesbians and a guys section of want to be Edgar Allan Poe's and Bob Dylan's; and oh ya the town is home to the areas police academy so the place is trolling with cops. My good friend Nick is actually going there to become a police officer but he has to wait another year after graduation till he is old enough to attend so I think he is working at his uncles tire shop till then. Hurry up my dad's yelling into the house the longer we wait gas prices are rising, Frankly I didn't care how long we waited as my mom and sister debated over the appropriateness of g strings at grandmas house, hell I think my grandpa may over come his disability if he saw her in one with her teenage jeans on. It's funny old gramps re shingled there whole roof after the 2004 hurricanes hit, I guess he got cured when he visited Reverend Ernest Angley on TV., my grandfathers favorite program, oh and besides yelling the f- word at the television when democrats speak on Limbaugh. When you think of Florida you think of beaches, bikinis and Ferraris right? Well not when you go to our grandparents, there in the central part of the state off of some rural highway kind of looks like the Dukes of Hazard show minus Daisy. I swear there neighbors bred a cat and a basset hound because I have never seen anything quite like this creature, also last year when we were there I believe that the old man next door who looks like a white Richard Pryor and his weird adult son who constantly drives around the block dressed as a member of rock band KISS in a van that resembles Scooby Doo's mystery machine beeping the horn at people were doing some weird stuff to animals out in the shed, I wanted to look but got scared when I heard a power saw and moans. So like I said this place has the sun but no fun.
My father has meticulously mapped out an alternative route of where we will exit the interstate near the South Carolina and Georgia line to coast downhill as dad puts it on all the alternative routes headed south. Some parts he takes us through are so scary if we were to break down I truly believe that we will be eaten alive by the towns people.
As my old man packed Iococa's greatest automotive idea since Harvey Firestone inflated round rubber I knew it would be another long ride in the caravan down to grandma and grandpa's house in Florida for another fun filled summer vacation. I felt like Rusty in National Lampoons Vacation harping to my dad why cant we go to Hawaii or another exciting place like my other friends and classmates who were headed off to. The Smith's were going to Europe to ride there bikes in some race supporting anti doping in cycling while freeloading at a fourth cousins house in Germany. My other friend Mark was getting to go to Washington D.C. and take a full tour of Quantico as his uncle was a instructor with the F.B.I., he said they were going to let him shoot a full auto rifle at a glass wall or something to that effect, but me down to Florida we go in my dad's 1998 Mini van that sports a grateful dead sticker in the window and Michigan State alumni tags, it screams nerd trust me. For years we have been hounding dad to trade it in or roll it in for a new Durango or Explorer but he always says who the hell needs four wheel drive and bad gas mileage, I have to put you two through college in a few years, in a weird adult way I knew he was right my aspirations were high Harvard, if not John Carroll in Cleveland which my aunt Ruby always said was just another poor kids Notre Dame. I guess she knew best as her 25 years of service in housewares at Penny's and later Cargo Express made her a real ivy league aficionado.
As I was assisting or complaing to Dad in the garage my mom and my sister were at it up stairs about why she cant bring piles of make up and here collection of slut thong underwear to our grandparents house. "You know your grandmother was a schoolteacher" I heard my mother yelling, She wouldn't allow young ladies in her class to dress like that.
Not sure what my grandmothers career teaching high school English had to do with my 16 year olds sisters choice of underwear but to my mom it did. Grandma was a tall stern lady that in a weird way resembled George Washington she taught till she was around 70 because my lazy ass grandfathers disability ran out from when he worked at the Super Freshway grocery store as an assistant to the assistant manager. My dad said he claimed arthritis in his fingers was to bad to continue working around 1985 or so and filed a claim with disability. He said it was a concurring injuring do to stocking frozen Totinos pizzas and Stouffers chicken pot pies, my dad always said if your grandfather was on your baseball team at school his batting average would be zero for whatever that meant.
Dad was a smart guy just kind of frugal, not sure why he was a Senior Academic Advisor with a small liberal arts college about two towns over and made a very comfortable living with generous benefits, I could go there next year for a real reduced admissions cost but there party scene is pretty weak, a girls dorm full of lesbians and a guys section of want to be Edgar Allan Poe's and Bob Dylan's; and oh ya the town is home to the areas police academy so the place is trolling with cops. My good friend Nick is actually going there to become a police officer but he has to wait another year after graduation till he is old enough to attend so I think he is working at his uncles tire shop till then. Hurry up my dad's yelling into the house the longer we wait gas prices are rising, Frankly I didn't care how long we waited as my mom and sister debated over the appropriateness of g strings at grandmas house, hell I think my grandpa may over come his disability if he saw her in one with her teenage jeans on. It's funny old gramps re shingled there whole roof after the 2004 hurricanes hit, I guess he got cured when he visited Reverend Ernest Angley on TV., my grandfathers favorite program, oh and besides yelling the f- word at the television when democrats speak on Limbaugh. When you think of Florida you think of beaches, bikinis and Ferraris right? Well not when you go to our grandparents, there in the central part of the state off of some rural highway kind of looks like the Dukes of Hazard show minus Daisy. I swear there neighbors bred a cat and a basset hound because I have never seen anything quite like this creature, also last year when we were there I believe that the old man next door who looks like a white Richard Pryor and his weird adult son who constantly drives around the block dressed as a member of rock band KISS in a van that resembles Scooby Doo's mystery machine beeping the horn at people were doing some weird stuff to animals out in the shed, I wanted to look but got scared when I heard a power saw and moans. So like I said this place has the sun but no fun.
My father has meticulously mapped out an alternative route of where we will exit the interstate near the South Carolina and Georgia line to coast downhill as dad puts it on all the alternative routes headed south. Some parts he takes us through are so scary if we were to break down I truly believe that we will be eaten alive by the towns people.
As my old man packed Iococa's greatest automotive idea since Harvey Firestone inflated round rubber I knew it would be another long ride in the caravan down to grandma and grandpa's house in Florida for another fun filled summer vacation. I felt like Rusty in National Lampoons Vacation harping to my dad why cant we go to Hawaii or another exciting place like my other friends and classmates who were headed off to. The Smith's were going to Europe to ride there bikes in some race supporting anti doping in cycling while freeloading at a fourth cousins house in Germany. My other friend Mark was getting to go to Washington D.C. and take a full tour of Quantico as his uncle was a instructor with the F.B.I., he said they were going to let him shoot a full auto rifle at a glass wall or something to that effect, but me down to Florida we go in my dad's 1998 Mini van that sports a grateful dead sticker in the window and Michigan State alumni tags, it screams nerd trust me. For years we have been hounding dad to trade it in or roll it in for a new Durango or Explorer but he always says who the hell needs four wheel drive and bad gas mileage, I have to put you two through college in a few years, in a weird adult way I knew he was right my aspirations were high Harvard, if not John Carroll in Cleveland which my aunt Ruby always said was just another poor kids Notre Dame. I guess she knew best as her 25 years of service in housewares at Penny's and later Cargo Express made her a real ivy league aficionado.
As I was assisting or complaing to Dad in the garage my mom and my sister were at it up stairs about why she cant bring piles of make up and here collection of slut thong underwear to our grandparents house. "You know your grandmother was a schoolteacher" I heard my mother yelling, She wouldn't allow young ladies in her class to dress like that.
Not sure what my grandmothers career teaching high school English had to do with my 16 year olds sisters choice of underwear but to my mom it did. Grandma was a tall stern lady that in a weird way resembled George Washington she taught till she was around 70 because my lazy ass grandfathers disability ran out from when he worked at the Super Freshway grocery store as an assistant to the assistant manager. My dad said he claimed arthritis in his fingers was to bad to continue working around 1985 or so and filed a claim with disability. He said it was a concurring injuring do to stocking frozen Totinos pizzas and Stouffers chicken pot pies, my dad always said if your grandfather was on your baseball team at school his batting average would be zero for whatever that meant.
Dad was a smart guy just kind of frugal, not sure why he was a Senior Academic Advisor with a small liberal arts college about two towns over and made a very comfortable living with generous benefits, I could go there next year for a real reduced admissions cost but there party scene is pretty weak, a girls dorm full of lesbians and a guys section of want to be Edgar Allan Poe's and Bob Dylan's; and oh ya the town is home to the areas police academy so the place is trolling with cops. My good friend Nick is actually going there to become a police officer but he has to wait another year after graduation till he is old enough to attend so I think he is working at his uncles tire shop till then. Hurry up my dad's yelling into the house the longer we wait gas prices are rising, Frankly I didn't care how long we waited as my mom and sister debated over the appropriateness of g strings at grandmas house, hell I think my grandpa may over come his disability if he saw her in one with her teenage jeans on. It's funny old gramps re shingled there whole roof after the 2004 hurricanes hit, I guess he got cured when he visited Reverend Ernest Angley on TV., my grandfathers favorite program, oh and besides yelling the f- word at the television when democrats speak on Limbaugh. When you think of Florida you think of beaches, bikinis and Ferraris right? Well not when you go to our grandparents, there in the central part of the state off of some rural highway kind of looks like the Dukes of Hazard show minus Daisy. I swear there neighbors bred a cat and a basset hound because I have never seen anything quite like this creature, also last year when we were there I believe that the old man next door who looks like a white Richard Pryor and his weird adult son who constantly drives around the block dressed as a member of rock band KISS in a van that resembles Scooby Doo's mystery machine beeping the horn at people were doing some weird stuff to animals out in the shed, I wanted to look but got scared when I heard a power saw and moans. So like I said this place has the sun but no fun.
My father has meticulously mapped out an alternative route of where we will exit the interstate near the South Carolina and Georgia line to coast downhill as dad puts it on all the alternative routes headed south. Some parts he takes us through are so scary if we were to break down I truly believe that we will be eaten alive by the towns people.
As my old man packed Iococa's greatest automotive idea since Harvey Firestone inflated round rubber I knew it would be another long ride in the caravan down to grandma and grandpa's house in Florida for another fun filled summer vacation. I felt like Rusty in National Lampoons Vacation harping to my dad why cant we go to Hawaii or another exciting place like my other friends and classmates who were headed off to. The Smith's were going to Europe to ride there bikes in some race supporting anti doping in cycling while freeloading at a fourth cousins house in Germany. My other friend Mark was getting to go to Washington D.C. and take a full tour of Quantico as his uncle was a instructor with the F.B.I., he said they were going to let him shoot a full auto rifle at a glass wall or something to that effect, but me down to Florida we go in my dad's 1998 Mini van that sports a grateful dead sticker in the window and Michigan State alumni tags, it screams nerd trust me. For years we have been hounding dad to trade it in or roll it in for a new Durango or Explorer but he always says who the hell needs four wheel drive and bad gas mileage, I have to put you two through college in a few years, in a weird adult way I knew he was right my aspirations were high Harvard, if not John Carroll in Cleveland which my aunt Ruby always said was just another poor kids Notre Dame. I guess she knew best as her 25 years of service in housewares at Penny's and later Cargo Express made her a real ivy league aficionado.
As I was assisting or complaing to Dad in the garage my mom and my sister were at it up stairs about why she cant bring piles of make up and here collection of slut thong underwear to our grandparents house. "You know your grandmother was a schoolteacher" I heard my mother yelling, She wouldn't allow young ladies in her class to dress like that.
Not sure what my grandmothers career teaching high school English had to do with my 16 year olds sisters choice of underwear but to my mom it did. Grandma was a tall stern lady that in a weird way resembled George Washington she taught till she was around 70 because my lazy ass grandfathers disability ran out from when he worked at the Super Freshway grocery store as an assistant to the assistant manager. My dad said he claimed arthritis in his fingers was to bad to continue working around 1985 or so and filed a claim with disability. He said it was a concurring injuring do to stocking frozen Totinos pizzas and Stouffers chicken pot pies, my dad always said if your grandfather was on your baseball team at school his batting average would be zero for whatever that meant.
Dad was a smart guy just kind of frugal, not sure why he was a Senior Academic Advisor with a small liberal arts college about two towns over and made a very comfortable living with generous benefits, I could go there next year for a real reduced admissions cost but there party scene is pretty weak, a girls dorm full of lesbians and a guys section of want to be Edgar Allan Poe's and Bob Dylan's; and oh ya the town is home to the areas police academy so the place is trolling with cops. My good friend Nick is actually going there to become a police officer but he has to wait another year after graduation till he is old enough to attend so I think he is working at his uncles tire shop till then. Hurry up my dad's yelling into the house the longer we wait gas prices are rising, Frankly I didn't care how long we waited as my mom and sister debated over the appropriateness of g strings at grandmas house, hell I think my grandpa may over come his disability if he saw her in one with her teenage jeans on. It's funny old gramps re shingled there whole roof after the 2004 hurricanes hit, I guess he got cured when he visited Reverend Ernest Angley on TV., my grandfathers favorite program, oh and besides yelling the f- word at the television when democrats speak on Limbaugh. When you think of Florida you think of beaches, bikinis and Ferraris right? Well not when you go to our grandparents, there in the central part of the state off of some rural highway kind of looks like the Dukes of Hazard show minus Daisy. I swear there neighbors bred a cat and a basset hound because I have never seen anything quite like this creature, also last year when we were there I believe that the old man next door who looks like a white Richard Pryor and his weird adult son who constantly drives around the block dressed as a member of rock band KISS in a van that resembles Scooby Doo's mystery machine beeping the horn at people were doing some weird stuff to animals out in the shed, I wanted to look but got scared when I heard a power saw and moans. So like I said this place has the sun but no fun.
My father has meticulously mapped out an alternative route of where we will exit the interstate near the South Carolina and Georgia line to coast downhill as dad puts it on all the alternative routes headed south. Some parts he takes us through are so scary if we were to break down I truly believe that we will be eaten alive by the towns people.




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