Last month I took a few days to go to the Cape. Being out on the water sure beat the hell out of sitting in my former cube. When I got back, several people commented that unemployment looks good on me - I had gotten lots of sun and ocean air.
The house belongs to a friend of my family. When my parents moved into the neighborhood in which I grew up, my sister was four years old. One of the neighbors down the street got wind of their arrival (this was 6 years before I was born), and marched up to my parents' house, introduced herself and her child in tow, and said, "I hear you have a 4-year old. Perhaps your 4-year-old and my 4-year-old can be friends." And so they were. And so they still are, almost 50 years later (47 in fact, but "almost 50" sounds more dramatic).
Check out the whole photoset of the trip here.