Beat The Heat
For the better part of the last month I’ve been telling people that our family vacation would be spent in Antarctica.
Everyone is fascinated. “Antarctica, just think! They live such exciting lives, those Pat McVays. Why can’t our family have a vacation like that?” My neighborhood is in a tizzy over the very thought. It’s a preposterous claim, but once I tell people there’s really no going back.
“Oh, yes, the beaches are very nice,” I say. “The water is a lot warmer than you think.” Of course, it’s the dead of winter in Antarctica, but you can always count on northern hemispherians forgetting that little detail. Anyway, it’s Antarctica. It really doesn't matter what time of year it is, the water is always going to be pretty chilly, if not a solid, frozen mass (at least for now).
Meanwhile, we actually went to New Jersey, a.k.a. “the Antarctica of the Eastern Seaboard.” I’ve pitched this slogan to Chris Christie several times, explaining that people will long for a place like Antartica except easier to get to. It matters not a bit that there is no correlation between New Jersey and the southernmost continent on our planet. Governor Christie was not impressed. "Get outta my face," he said.
Where did you go on vacation?