Here’s the Problem: John Travolta is gay. I’ve known this to be true for a long time, but sometimes it just takes a tell-all book called “You’ll Never Spa in This Town Again” to really drive the point home.
Actual Problem: My wonderful parents are down the shore right now, probably sinking their teeth into turkey sandwiches on rye with Thousand Island dressing as I type this. And although this news will crush my mother, the truth is that summer is over and it’s time to come to terms with the facts.
**Update!! Ma and Pa Lenner have upgraded from deli sandwiches. Just received a text that mentions steamers and margaritas. Now I’m really jealous. Who else can I out?