dailyprompt-1816
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The year was 2010. I dropped my wife, Kathryn, at Philadelphia Internation and proceeded—against my better judgement, and because I was too cheap to spring for the airfare—on a 650-mile journey with three 13-year-old boys (my son and two friends). Our destination? Myrtle Beach, where we would meet Kathryn and my in-laws at a beachfront