'Sup? We're back from vacation. Interesting what a polarity of attitudes was apparent in the family car, as we tooled eastward down the Ike, heading back to Oak Park. "Ohmigod! We're almost home!" screeched our youngest, hopping up and down on her seat, "I can't wait!"
"Mmmmph," we replied, trying to hang on to the memory of trees, trees, and no people.
We've been sitting around in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, in a campground overlooking Lake Superior, not doing much of anything. Staring at trees, one of our absolutely favorite pastimes. Making s'mores. Smoking cigars. Scratching where we want, when we want.
Meanwhile, thank you so very much for continuing to uphold civilization and polite society back here. We know you've probably got your week's activity schedule fully booked, like the happy urbanites you are. Are we too late to get tickets for American Opera Group's The Barber of Seville at The Arts Center on Friday and Sunday (434-0485)? That would be a pleasant means by which to morph back from hairy, smelly campers to sophisticated villagers.
We're looking forward to the Family Bike Ride in Oak Park, sponsored by Wonder Works Children's Museum (383-4815) as part of the annual Wright Ride on Sunday, Aug. 20, at 9 a.m. Of course, no one in our family will go with us; no use even asking. We don't care. We're going anyway. We know Oak Park so well that we probably won't cause any problems at all, as we cycle along with our eyes firmly shut, concentrating on trees, trees, and no one around at all. Except you, of course.