Can you imagine anything worse than being trapped in an Airstream, in a thunder and lightning storm with the rain beating like pellets falling from the sky? Can you think of anything that would keep you up at night more than the memory of a rabid fox attack in your own neighborhood? Well, you haven’t been in the back seat of a Mini Cooper for 5 hours listening to Richard practicing the harmonica. And it’s not simply the 5 hour drive to Delaware; it is also the anticipation of another 5 hours on the drive back to Williamsburg. He is relentless. It brings new meaning to the song “No place to run, no place to hide”. He is learning how to isolate notes. And when I say “learn”, I use the word in its broadest sense. ……. Our frequent WaWa stops are my only sanctuary.
Colonial Duchess