Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Let the unrest begin!

Mickey Starling Columnist My family took few vacations as I was growing up. I only recall one, which was a fun trip to the mountains in North Carolina. My dad’s version of a vacation typically involved going to Cherry Lake for a swim. I made up for lost vacation time after I became an adult, taking summer breaks often, usually going to the mountains or enjoying a cruise to the Bahamas. As I aged, the toll of time dictated the necessity of vacations requiring less travel. My recent vacation