‘It was just the beginning of June and now it is August 1st,’ Billy B. bemoaned.

‘You will soon see that life goes by like a weaver’s shuttle…according to the Bible,’ Neva J. responded.

‘The first day of class is August 21,’ Chet remarked.

‘We must make the most of the few days that we have remaining…how about a road trip Neva J. What do you say?’

‘Let us go to Kentucky Lake…remember the fun that we had last August with Marcy and Brock and Jaime and Morgan and Jeb,’ Neva J. enthused!

The Old 57′ was packed to the brim with picnic lunch and Merlot. Billy B. had brought his contraband cigars and was sure that Uncle Brock and Aaron would smoke one or more with him. Jonathon remembered the hilarious card game that they had played and that Uncle Brock was hard to beat.

‘I am looking forward to more volleyball on the beach,’ Aaron said.

‘I can not wait for some Bullet Rye Whiskey to sip while looking out at the placid Lake,’ Billy B. said with a wistful look in his eyes.

As our intrepid explorers pulled up to the Air BNB they found instead an old log cabin. Out stepped Uncle Brock and Aunt Marcy but there was no car to be seen.

‘Welcome Illinois Brooks and friends…I just put the buggy in the barn,’ Brock said with a laugh.

‘What kind of Buggy are you driving…a Ford or a Chevy,’ Neva J. asked?

‘Why…Horse and Buggy Mam,’ Brock said with a wink. ‘It is similar to yours and your horse looks thirsty,’ Uncle continued.

Before the bugging eyes of Billy B. and Neva J. and Jane and Aaron and Jonathon and Chet…where the Old 57′ had been parked was a horse and buggy from the 19th century.

‘I wonder if we should have waited to break out the White Lightning and Rye Whiskey until after we arrived,’ Chet observed.

‘Nevertheless, let us unpack and feed the horse and light up a stogie,’ Billy B. said with a wicked good smile…

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