As we prepared for this year’s Cape Cod getaway, my dear wife Karen instructed me that I could not plan anything for the first Sunday of the stretch. Then she told me to make sure I packed my swimming trunks.
A surprise was in store.
But it was early Saturday afternoon when a knock came on the Dennis Port cottage door.
Standing there were my daughter Elisabeth and George Three.
All these years they’ve patiently heard my stories about how great the Cape is. About how they should join us for a stretch. About how much they would enjoy it, too.
My dear wife Karen and Elisabeth planned it for this year without me having a clue.
So they were here for a Saturday-to-Wednesday stay with us at the cottage before heading off to enjoy their first time exploring Boston.
Food and drink at the local joint the Red Nun to fill them up from the drive from Central New York, check.