You have probably already started imagining it – the towel spread across warm sand, the icy drink sweating in your hand, the blissful nothingness of a week away from your inbox. It is practically a rite of passage once the temperatures climb. But if you have been quietly shelving those plans, telling yourself you will...
I live in an area where rich people vacation for the entire summer, and let me tell you, this is a banner year for them. Nothing better than driving my rusted out shit box around only to be passed by an entire owners club of Corvettes. The disparity is just amazing.