Phil in the Blank
A column by Phil Custodio
July 14, 2010 - This year's vacation went fast.
My family gets together every couple years for a week, renting a big house or cabins on the shores of some lake.
We've been to the Upper Peninsula, foothills of the Smoky Mountains, and the plains of Colorado.
We didn't go that far this year, just up to Port Sanilac on Lake Huron.
It seemed like we arrived, settled in, and bam, it was time to move out again.
I did manage to take the older nieces and nephew to the midnight premier of "Twilight: Eclipse" at the movie house in Sandusky.
It wasn't too bad. Couple decent decapitations.
I liked the small-town theater. It had a piano at the front. When the movie started, an employee had to come running down to the screen to pull the curtain open by hand.
We doubted the area's ability to come up with enough fans to fill it, but we were wrong. The line stretched around the parking lot. It was so full, theater employees came out and set up a bunch of folding chairs.
The rest of the week zipped by, with dips in the lake, grilled burgers, several rounds of Golf (the card game), and lots of conversations – common topic, "how's work?"
I told them about what I do.
Interviews, photographs, writing, layout. Shining some light on the shenanigans of public officials. Covering day camps, community groups, local talent at concerts in the park.
"Sounds fun," they told me.
It is, too. For my brothers, work includes lots of computer-related copyright law and some sort of military supply stuff. For my nephew James, a Marine reservist, work meant a deployment to Iraq.
I can grab a hot dog, soda, and $3 bowl of ice cream, sit on the grass in the sun, listen to music, take some pictures, and call it work.
If my job's boring, I'm not doing it right.
Phil is editor for The Clarkston News. He is a veteran of the first Iraq war, having served in the U.S. Army.