When I was younger, summer vacations were really special.  My grandparents and uncle would fly down to my home in Atlanta from Philadelphia and we'd all cram into a large station wagon and drive places. Often it would be Florida, which is the source of most of my childhood vacation memories.  But we also spent several summers visiting Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. My dad used to wake us up early to leave - around 4am - getting us on the road well before rush hour.  We'd always be ready the night before and sleep for a few hours before departure. … [Read more...]