Summer Vacations on Fast Forward
Columnist reflects on childhood trips.
My BlackBerry was cradled in my left ear. I was typing with both hands, drinking an iced coffee, watching TV news and editing copy. At my house, we call this morning. But then a voice on the other end of the phone stopped everything. While I was waiting for a conference call to start, I heard a fellow editor and his children talking about their Fourth of July vacation to the beach. Ah, summer vacation. You know, a leisurely trip to someplace fun to play in the water or go to an amusement park to eat fried dough and take a wild ride on a roller coaster, or maybe it would be a nice week of hiking and camping in the woods or seeing a big city. When I was a little kid, though, I only read about summer vacation in the books my mother gave me to…
