Family Vacation Gone Terribly Right by Steven P. Arthur

Our weekend vacation from the sweltering California
summer would’ve landed us in the cool Pacific Ocean. The
dusty, rolling hills of the San Joaquin Valley were behind us, and
only a few small towns separated us from the beach when the
Chevrolet died. Hours in the hot car and a bumpy tow truck ride
brought us to a nameless town and a generic hotel with no cable
or Internet.

That night, huddled in the same room with the kids, we
passed the time like my wife and I had as children: Telling jokes,
ghost stories, and creating new games. Greatest vacation ever.

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