The story goes something like this: when I was very small our family (grandparents and aunts and uncles too) rented one of the condos here in Ocean City, Maryland for two weeks (which was a big deal back then…a very big deal…two weeks!). Then it started to rain and it didn’t stop. Needless to say, everybody began to get a bit grouchy. Supposedly I jumped up on my grandfather’s lap and said: “I know what to do…let’s talk about it.”

I don’t remember any of it, but I am told that shortly after the talking started we all packed up and left…thank goodness someone got a picture in the sunshine.

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