Happy without traveling elsewhere
I like where I live. I've aged out on what I may have considered exciting in my youth. I don't want to visit unspoiled beaches and forested areas littered with empty beer cans and cigarette butts.
I've got a hot tub, a cool pool and a thousand friends. I don't want to travel to get somewhere just to say I've been there. I don't want to take a bus tour of nine states with a busload of 37 other folks. It's just something I don't want to do.
Please excuse me from rafting down a river in a rubber raft or camping out with mosquitoes. I got camping and picnics out of my system when I was 14. Picnics always sound better than they are.
An ad reads, “Come to our resort. There is nothing closer to heaven.” I'm not ready for heaven. Go, go, if you like. I'm staying home. I like where I live.
GLEN P. HENDRICK