I’m not the only freak in my marriage. Here’s proof. Last year, my kids and I got bamboozled into what we thought was a vacation on Martha’s Vineyard. It was actually the “Jaws” tour.
Brody’s house? Saw it. The beach that the Kinter boy’s raft washed up on? Went there. The docks where Quint took the Orca out to kill the fish with Brody and Hooper? Spent an afternoon there. Oh well – my kids will need something to tell their future therapist, this is good enough.
Why should we have to suffer alone….below are a few of the stops on the tour.
Let me know if you’d like to go, I’ve got a very willing guide.