This time of year I’m usually in need of a vacation. My meter gets pegged (if you know what I mean), and I no longer want to be an urban outlaw. I don’t even want to be a suburban outlaw. What I want to be is a guy in the sticks with nothing much to do.

Sometimes getting away doesn’t happen. My to-do list is too long, even if I’m not famous. If I were really famous, I would have more than 150 friends on Facebook. And I would have to learn how to tweet. Tweeting would mean learning how to say something meaningful in less than 141 characters. I’m way over that now.

So I’ll take pleasure in knowing that sometimes I can really disappear. Maybe go to the island or the Washington coast and just chill.

Oh wait, I just realized I have two stories to complete in the next week. Never mind…

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