What Do You Call Fun?

It would be really fun for me to see this scene over the weekend. What are my chances?

I am headed to the New Jersey shore— not the beach, as everyone might assume, but the bay. My great aunt and uncle bought an old hunting lodge there back in the 1930’s, and we have been going there ever since I was a kid. Here is my father, doing his birding thing as we leave the house by boat, the only way to come and go to Sedge Island. That’s my great-aunt Helen on the left, in her characteristic scarf and crisp white blouse, and I am sure there is a cigarette lit in her hand. She was a tough cookie and scared me a little, but I knew she loved me. Now her grandsons—my cousins— and I go every year with their families.

I plan to draw while there, so will see you tomorrow.