Yes, I’m going to be one of those guys. You know who I’m talking about -- the people who go on vacation and then force you to sit through boring stories and interminable photos of things you absolutely cannot relate to. To be fair, this column is less along those lines (although there will be just a little of that) and more to do with trying to drive 350 miles with four girls ages 12 and under. There are always adventures. At the time they’re not always funny, but in retrospect, they kind of are.
