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It’s not really summer around here without at least one taste of steamed crabs.

Colleen McCormick and Don Hudson were taking off from an airport in Mexico with their children last week when their plane started shaking and crashed.

We’ve had a mixture of rain and sun this week, and one night I slipped out of the house to run to the store for strawberries.

Then I thought of something. It was the feast of St. Ignatius. When you can do nothing else, you can pray.

Apparently Alcatraz tickets are a hot commodity.

Two years into playing Pokemon Go, my sons and I may not be playing with the same enthusiasm we did when it started. But I’m not so sure. There’s still plenty of excitement there.

It’s 7:30 a.m. on a morning of our beach vacation. I haven’t even poured my first cup of coffee. And I’m pretty sure I could have used another three hours of sleep.

You might think that a blogger who is on vacation all week would have time to write a blog almost every day. In fact, I thought that myself.