Marco Polo and Cancer Can Bite Me

Until I was around 14 or so, my family and my dad's sister's family (including her parents-in-law) went to North Myrtle Beach together during the third week of July every summer. When they were in high school, my older cousins each brought a friend as well, so I remember several years when there were 13... Continue Reading →

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Who asked for a barf bag? I didn’t ask for a barf bag.

From The Daily Post... Long before I made it out of elementary school, I rode a rinky dink kiddie roller coaster at a shady amusement park in North Myrtle Beach. My brother and I both rode it together actually. The coaster, which was a first for both of us, could not have been much longer... Continue Reading →

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