IT ALL STARTED just over a year ago when Scott and Michelle decided it would be nice to get both their parents together for a week-long excursion into the land of sand, sea and scallops that everybody but me had heard of and/or longed for.
Anyway, it was long about March or April of last year when Michelle — our daughter-in-law — called and said to mark our calendars for the week of July Fourth because, as she put it, “We’re going to Destin!”
Hey, great! I said, just before turning to my wife and asking:
“Where the yell is Destin?”