A LITTLE ACTIVITY UPDATE

We are experiencing a downturn in the economy of our country, possibly enough to consider it a recession. This is what the media has been throwing at me for the past few years. They can’t possibly be wrong, yet everywhere I go I seem to be unable to find any real evidence of its existence. While traveling to Rock Hall, Maryland recently for a fishing excursion, my prostate challenged system required frequent rest stops to ensure my comfort. Squirming in my seat was not my idea of a pleasant trip. I could not believe how crowded the parking lots were at every stop. $4.00 per gallon didn’t seem to keep many people home even with the terrible mileage those big SUVs in the lot manage. And the lines inside for food…..unbelievable. Of course the lines might also be a result of the “fabulous” service at these places. I firmly believe you need an IQ below 100 to even apply for a job at these places. Needless to say the traffic on the highways reflected the crowds at the stops. I ask the same question every time I venture out on the road………where the hell is everyone going? I don’t care what road, what day of the week, or what time of the day, there are cars everywhere. Certainly not a sign of a big recession. Other situations also seem to put a damper on the media’s claim. This past winter we went on a Caribbean cruise to get away from the New England snow storms, which by the way, never materialized. We traveled with another couple and although we had booked fairly early we were unable to get two rooms together on a ship that held nearly 3,000 passengers. Can you believe it? A ship holding 3,000 totally sold out in this disastrous economy. Oh well, off the soup box. Our fishing trip was a success as evidenced by these pictures. Capt. Bob was skunked most of the morning, but finally found us enough fish to keep our party of six happy. Everyone was able to take home a few nice meals of Chesapeake Rockfish (striped bass).

The only damper to the trip was a letter which arrived a week after our return home. In that letter there were pictures of my nice looking Buick Enclave leaving Rock Hall. I was real pleased until the letter also told me that my car was going 42 miles per hour in an area with a slower posted speed. I don’t remember if it was 30 or 35. Anyway they requested that I lighten my wallet by $40.00. Wasn’t it nice to have Maryland say good by, come again, in such a unique way?