I love vacation. Let me rephrase that: I fucking love vacation. I have loved vacation since I was three years old and we went to Arizona to visit my grandparents and I got to swim in their pool and eat ice cream for seven glorious days. Second only to vacation is summer. Particularly the summer of 1996. I was 23 and recently laid off from my second advertising job, basically the equivalent of being handed an all-summer pass with no blackout days. I lived on the dole, worked on my tan, slept in and sent out the occasional... More >>>