Well.  This is no way to run a blog.

Unfortunately, a series of personal crises has kept me away from the blog for this interval.  To
be fair, I must warn that this is still an ongoing situation that I am dealing with.

To pick up on my last post, though:  as summer now winds down, one set of childhood memories
involves regular summer trips to a freshwater beach.  We would travel, in that 1950 Buick, from
Lynn, Massachusetts to Windham, New Hampshire to a beach called Bella Vista on Cobbetts Pond.

There's much to recall about that beach and spending the day there.  But, consistent with the
antique car theme of the last post, one of those memories involves the nature of travel nearby
that beach.

There was a series of hills on the road leading in that my Dad would drive so as to accelerate in
just a certain way such as to cause the car to ride up on an air cushion.  Almost a miniature,
do-it-yourself roller coaster.

As the car rode the air bump, the delighted children would shout "wee" from the back seat.
Thus, this series of hills became known to our family as "wee ride" hills.

This little family entertainment was as much looked forward to as the beach activity itself.

Eventually, of course, the responsible local authorities widened and changed the nature of the
road and this tactic no longer worked.  I suspect it wouldn't have worked, either, on the
suspensions of more modern vehicles even if the road  had not been redesigned.

But for some years in my childhood, this aspect of the road trip to our favorite beach afforded
the family youngsters a great deal of entertainment.