Wed, May 23, 2018 05:59 AM
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 issue
2003-07-16 communities
This n' That
Memories of vacations past
Tony Fyffe
Next week, for the first time in five years, I am taking a week's vacation. I have nothing special planned, other than a trip to Kings Island later in the week.

But who says you have to go somewhere on vacation? According to Webster, a vacation is "freedom from any activity; rest; respite; intermission." It also means "a period of rest and freedom from work, study, etc." It is the latter definition that best describes my reason for next week's vacation a time to rest my mind from the stress of my job, even if it means staying at home and doing nothing.

My last three vacations were spent on the beaches of The Outer Banks in North Carolina. Those vacations were three of the best summers of my life, although each one was filled with some kind of little disaster.

One year (and I know I've told this story before), I lost the hearing in my right ear. Not completely, but just enough to drive me crazy. It was only when I ate some chicken noodle soup a day or two before we left that I regained my hearing. Whether the soup was the real reason I got my hearing back is unknown, but they don't call it the great American cure-all for nothing.

On my last vacation in The Outer Banks, in 1998, I suffered another misfortune. I skinned my knees on the deck of the beach house and spent the remainder of my stay in physical agony. Thank God for short pants, because if I had to wear long pants I would have surely died. The cure for that ailment wasn't chicken noodle soup (although I didn't think of trying it), it was the salt water in the ocean. Yes, it hurt like heck to have to splash the water on my tortured knees, but in the long run it was worth it.

I wasn't the only one who experienced hardships that year. George, one of the million or so people I vacationed with during those three trips to the beach, rear-ended a car on the drive to North Carolina. Gina, another fellow vacationer, had a bad experience with ketchup when she picked up the bottle and shook it, only to realize that the lid hadn't been screwed on tightly.

Thank goodness the good memories of my three trips to The Outer Banks far outnumber the bad ones. I made a lot of new friends on each of those vacations; sadly, a few of them are no longer with us.

My vacations have been similar to those taken by the Griswald family in the Vacation movies. I hope this year's is a little different, though.

If I get to Wally World . . . uh . . . I mean Kings Island and it's closed, I'd really hate to take somebody hostage.

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