Lake Keuka at the southwest corner of New York’s Finger Lakes District is where we are vacationing. We’re part of three couples, all old friends. I mean friends that we have known for a long time. Although, we are also celebrating our old age. Five of the six of us are turning sixty this year, except for Bob who is super competitive and raced ahead of the rest of us, by several years. Our rental “cottage” on the lake is where we spend most of our time, but we do venture out each day. Yesterday, we went to the Curtiss museum in Hammondsport. I’m not sure if this town is pronounced Hammond-sport or Hammondsport-port. A mob of women cyclists were in town, while we lunched there. This Mister Curtiss seemed to be in love with anything and everything that moved. He started out as a bicyclist, but soon grew tired of climbing all of the big hill about here. First, he built motorcycles, then he graduated to aero planes. Afterwards, we did some wine touring, which was a good start on a long evening of more whining.