diary entry on summer vacation (everyday)
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June 17
4:00 AM: The airport shuttle arrives right on time. Everybody is in a great mood. We quickly load the van up with our luggage and then we’re on our way!
4:04 AM: I make an announcement to the kids, telling them that they each will be allotted $50 to spend as they wish on souvenirs during the trip. Matthew (13 years-old) and Nina (10) both let out a cheer. Even though we just got into the van, as far as Nina is concerned, she’s already made up her mind on the verdict regarding this edition of our family vacation. “This is the best trip ever, Dad!”
5:16 AM: We get our bags checked and make it through airport security unscathed. As we pass a couple of shops on the way to our gate, I feel a gentle tap on my arm. It’s Nina. “Dad, can I get a souvenir now?”
11:01 PM: My first night in New England and the Los Angeles Lakers are hosting the Boston Celtics in Game 7 of the NBA Finals. I’m watching the game at sister-in-law Christina’s house, surrounded by rabid Celtic fans. For the past three quarters the Lakers have been getting pounded by the hated Celtics. Meanwhile my son and I continue to get an earful from the others. Going into the final quarter, the Lakers are down by 12. God, this sucks. The thought of having to endure a Laker loss surrounded by all these Celtic fans — on their home turf, no less — is any Laker fan’s worst nightmare. Why couldn’t I have scheduled the first day of our vacation a day later?
11:58 PM: Like I said, I sure am glad I had the wisdom and foresight to schedule our vacation when I did. The Lakers just finished off a remarkable comeback and won the game — and their 16th NBA championship – 83-79. Sweet. I’d like to talk a little trash with all the folks dressed in green that had been dishing out the Laker insults more than a half hour ago, but they all left.
June 18
11:21 AM: We take a tour of Yale University’s Peabody Museum of Natural History. The museum, in New Haven, Connnecticut, was founded in 1866 and houses an impressive collection of dinosaurs and other fossils, along with a host of other interesting objects including meteorites, insects, mummies, and other stuff from the world of science.
1:48 PM: Afterward we head down the street to a world famous local landmark known as Louis’ Lunch, which was established in 1895 and claims to be the birthplace of the hamburger. The place is quaint — not much bigger than a walk-in closet — and as you walk through the door you can’t help but feel like you have taken a time machine back to the late 19th Century.
1:56 PM: We watch the great grandson of the original owner, Jeff, make our burgers by hand right in front of us. It is served with grilled onion, tomato and a cheesy spread, then topped off using toast for the bun.
2:13 PM: “Ah, that was a GOOD burger!” my father in-law, Tony, said as he finished scarfing up the last bite of his tasty sandwich. Tony has lived in nearby West Haven for most of his nearly 70 years on Earth. Being a local, he’s probably had thousands of Louis’ handmade hamburgers over the years. “So, Dad,” I ask, “How often do you stop in here for bite to eat?” Tony’s reply? “To be honest, Len, this is the first time I ever stepped in the joint.”
June 19
9:04 AM: I hop in the car with Christina. We’re off to the local Dunkin Donuts for a cup of coffee before we head off for a family get-together at a campground in East Hamden. If you ask me, Starbucks coffee doesn’t come close to Dunkin Donuts’ brew. As their slogan goes, “America runs on Dunkin Donuts.” Maybe most of America but, unfortunately, you can’t find them in Southern California.
9:09 AM: “Come on, you’re next! What’ll you have, Hon?” says the middle-aged lady behind the counter. “Who, me?” I reply, not sure whether or not she was talking to me because I was too focused on the donuts in the display, trying to decide whether I really wanted chocolate sprinkles or not. When I look up the only answer I get from the impatient clerk is a head cocked to the side — along with a big nasty scowl. Jeez, is this any way to treat a customer?
9:14 AM: Back in the car, I tell Christina, “I don’t think the coffee lady liked me.” Christina looks at me and says, “What makes you say that, she seemed fine to me.” Then it hit me. I’ve got to be more thick-skinned. After all, I’m not in California anymore – this is the Northeast. Everything here is served with a big heaping bowl of attitude. But what about that scowl, you ask? Well, duh! That’s how most people smile here. By the way, just for the record, “coffee” is a three-syllable word in this part of New England. (Coo-aw-fee.)