Summer had arrived and with it the question of where to go on our vacation. My husband, an avid fisherman, wanted to test his new rod at a lake a fellow enthusiast had told him was loaded with trout. I had in mind a lovely, lazy week at the seashore working on my tan.

“What am I going to do the whole time you’re fishing?” I wanted to know. “I’ll be bored silly.”

“And I’ll go crazy if I have to spend more than a day at the shore,” Bobby countered.

What to do? Taking separate vacations was a solution, but one neither of us liked. We were still going at it a week before we were scheduled to start our vacations, and then Bobby came home with a sly grin on his face and what he said was the answer to our problem.

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