Infinitive Splitter

These things should really be written during the time they describe, because the memory afterward tends to focus on more recent calamities at the expense of longer-ago pleasantness.

Anyway, here’s my 2006 Adirondack vacation diary:

• A lovely week. The house was fantastic; Dad and I went for a nice kayak trip; I wrote a poem; the whole family ate some good food; my brother beat me at ping-pong twice and then I beat him once; and we all spent the nights around open fires, or pizzas, or other enjoyable things.
• On the way back home, my sister and I stopped along the Pennsylvania Turnpike for ice cream and gasoline. Then the car wouldn’t start, so we finished the ice cream while we waited for the AAA guy to show up with his jumper cables. Gladder every day to have bought that fucking car.
• I think I’ll be getting a photo-ticket in the mail for speeding in the I-395 tunnel (I saw the camera flash). What fucking sense does it make to have a 45-mph speed limit in a god-damned tunnel? Fuck D.C.

See? Should have written it down in real time. It really was a very civilized holiday.