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                    | THE BEST OF
  From Our July,
                      1993 Edition
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                    |  ll, after
                      watching Kelly &
                      Margaret's whale vacation videos from Boston, I'm madder
                      than George Perrot at a weight watcher clinic. These
                      McCarty kids are spoiled with all these fancy schmancy
                      vacations.
 When
                      I was a kid, we didn't go on vacations. I remember one
                      year I had to write a paper on "What I Did on My
                      Summer Vacation". I turned in a paper with the word
                      "Nothin'" written across the top. We didn't do
                      anything, and we didn't go anywhere, but we loved it
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                  | We
                    didn't need to go anywhere to have fun. Our Mom and Dad
                    would send us off to the local park. 
                    At the park, we were taken care of by some deranged,
                    shell-shocked, ex-Vietnam vet park director with missing
                    digits. He would teach us how to make plaques, lace, and
                    once in a while he would uncork a fire hydrant and let us
                    run through the water screaming like crazed animals. Except
                    for being molested, we loved it!
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                    how about Rick. His kids have been to Cedar Point, Disney
                    World, and lots of other amusement parks. I'm sick of those
                    kids, "Ohhh, we went on Space Mountain",
                    "Ohhh we LIKE the Demon Drop". 
                    Yeah, I bet when they're on the ride, they are
                    screaming like babies, with their eyes closed and puking
                    their corndogs all over their parents. When I was a kid, if
                    we wanted a ride, we got in an empty cardboard box at the
                    top of the basement stairs and pushed ourselves off. 
                    Sometimes we got hurt and sometimes we didn't, but we
                    loved it anyway!
                    
                    
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                  | Don't
                    spoil your kids with these powderpuff vacations. Instead of
                    out of town trips, take them running down hills, to the zoo,
                    or just to the park. But, most importantly, and read this
                    very carefully…  Please,
                    Please! Do not take videotapes of them... |  
                
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