My parents are on the road. They’ve joined a group from their condo complex on a trip to Branson, Missouri.
There are 29 of them on a bus. Shoot me now!
My mom called yesterday to tell us how nice the driver was and how good the trip was so far (five hours into a nine day trip). It’s a long way from Boynton Beach to Branson, with lots of stops to make.
This morning, my dad sent me an email:
All this to see Yakov Smirnoff.