As part of keeping up my sons’ educations even while they’re on summer vacation, Saturday morning I assigned them a 500-word essay on “What ‘Five O’Clock Somewhere’ Means to Me,” and they said in unison, “Dad, you’ve been drinking.”
Everybody else — I’ll see you on Monday at 4 p.m. sharp-ish.
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