" Wow," Ana, who had always loved the beach said, "what a great place to live, beaches all around."They found their tent, right where the boys had put...it up the second time around. Katrina and Jason Wilson were lying it, they seemed suspiciously out of breath for, as they stated, having just been catching a nap."Wow, John," Jason said, his eyes nearly popping from his head, "are these your sisters?"Ron made the formal introduction, pointing out the letters on the corner left side of the girls'. By the third week, most of our determination had evaporated. We just lay in each other’s arms, talking endlessly about our childhoods, our families about Edinburgh in the dead of winter and Krakow in the height of summer. When the ship’s proximity alarm sounded, it took minutes to rouse us from the catatonic fug of depression and malaise. Slowly at first, then with glorious, dawning hope we rolled to our feet, dulled eyes blinking at the monitor. We had drifted dangerously close to a vast and. ”A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.” This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds. The scene was almost always the same: late into the night, Tammy, my 23 year old daughter, would break down into uncontrollable sobs and litanies of regret and self pity. Her husband of less than one year, Michael, was killed in an automobile accident by a drunk driver. There was nothing her mother and I could do but comfort her in her hour of need.We took turns, Mary and I. Some nights she would spend with Tammy, neither of us leaving her alone for too long for fear of her falling into a.