A Season That Tells Its Own Story

Today’s question surrounds future travel plans. And while there aren’t any long-range plans (like special trips to far-off locales – though I’m hoping Daryl and I can start making that happen in the very near future). But as I glanced at my calendar, I realized—it’s not just full, it’s telling a story. A story of friendship, family, and a few steps into the future.

First up: I’m heading to Tennessee to meet my best friend, Scott. From there, we’re road-tripping to Kentucky to meet up with Tim and Austin. It’s more than just a guys’ getaway—it’s a bonding adventure wrapped in bourbon-fueled research, as we toss around ideas for a potential whiskey-based business. Our days will be filled with distillery tours and tastings, and by night, each of us is hosting a blind tasting. I’m especially excited for my turn—Old Forester 100-proof expressions, lined up and waiting for judgment. No mixers allowed.

Then, over Labor Day weekend, Daryl and I are off to Highlands, N.C., for something deeper. My stepmom, Carol, is bringing the family together to honor my dad, who passed away late last year. My brother Jeff and his crew will be there, and it’ll be special to have Lizzi and Sully in the mix, too. Saturday brings a chance to play golf with Jeff and his boys, the kind of lighthearted family time you never take for granted. But on Sunday, after brunch, we’ll gather for a quieter moment—scattering Dad’s cremains in a place that echoes peace and beauty.

A few weeks later, it’s joy in overdrive: we’re off to the Atlanta area for Sully’s second birthday! We’re celebrating at my ex-wife Vicki’s house, and I genuinely can’t wait. Last year he was still a baby, but now? He’s walking, talking, and throwing out gems like “Want help?” when he’s stuck and “OK” when you offer a treat. His voice melts me every time. A toddler’s party comes with tears and wild giggles, but I’m all in—for the balloons, the snacks, and every moment in between.

It’s a stretch of weeks filled with meaning—bonding with old friends, honoring a beautiful legacy, and soaking up the joy only a two-year-old can deliver. Lots of miles, yes, but every one of them feels worth the ride.

Feeling grateful. And ready.

About Douglas Blaine

Capnpen is a writer who was a newspaper and magazine journalist in a previous life. A college journalism major, he now works as an English teacher, but gets his writing fix by blogging about a variety of topics, including politics, religion, movies and television. When he's not working or blogging, Capnpen spends time with his family, plays a little golf (badly) and loves to learn about virtually anything.

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