This is the third and final installment in my autobiographical Mount Airy Lodge saga. If you’re reading this before reading the first two parts, you’re doing it wrong.
Then read this one. You’ll be glad you did!
And, without further ado, sit back and enjoy the exciting conclusion of The Cray Cray Vaycay!
A game of tennis. That, I decided, would take my mind off of the ratty, scuffed up, boring bathtubbed awfulness of Mount Airy Lodge.
Continue reading “The Cray Cray Vaycay (The Final Chapter)”
Read part one here. Or, if you don’t wanna read it, here’s the recap:
Back when I was a kid, I was seduced by commercials for Mount Airy Lodge. Commercials like this one:
Somehow I convinced my family to spend the weekend there. This is my story. Continue reading “The Cray Cray Vaycay (Part 2)”
When I was growing up, I watched a lot of TV. It didn’t matter what was on TV, what mattered was that the TV was on. Just about anything would do. Continue reading “The Cray Cray Vaycay (Part 1)”