Yesterday was about as miserable a weather day as you can have in June. The day-long rain and chilly temperatures took me back to a time long ago and stirred up memories of a summer vacation that even as a 7-year-old kid I recognized was nothing but a disaster. Our family was not flush with cash so the thought of spending a week in a camper at Marble Lake in Michigan was a very big deal. That is until it turned cold and started raining just about the time we arrived. As I recall it never stopped raining all week long. There we were, my mom and dad, 5 sisters and me, stuck inside this little camper with no chance to enjoy the lake or even go outside without getting soaked. I remember my parents saying “it’s going to get nice soon”, which it did about the time our station wagon hit the Ohio line, on our way back home. It wasn’t until we had kids that I recognized how disappointed my mom and dad must have been that there plans for a family vacation went so badly. That vacation, that summer, was the first time I learned the valuable lesson that just because something seems like a great idea, doesn’t mean it is. To this day, the smell of wet canvas still makes me cringe. That’s the way I see it.