My wife and I picked up our great-grandson, Cooper, at school last Friday and headed south to Cullman, Ala., for the Alabama Strawberry Festival, our first distant road trip of the summer, and our first extended weekend getaway.
Cooper called it a vacation. I liked his description best.
The weather forecast for that Friday and Saturday called for rain, but something told me that we needn’t worry, and that small voice in the back of my head turned out to be right…