Vince Vaughn waterskied circles around my raft as I packed my bag preparing to retreat to the hilltop compound. Vince Vaughn skied circles around my raft “Your turn, Anita,” he shouted above the motor’s roar. He jumped the wake. I thumbs-upped his athleticism, but pointed to the sprawling, two story lake home. Declining Vince’s offer… Continue reading A Good Habit Gone Bad
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