For most of us the opportunity to take a “vacation” comes once a year or even twice. You pack your family and the dog into Ye Olde Faithful and do the routine run to Des Moines or Wichita or Whatever! The destinations may differ from year to year, but the “vacation” comes with the standard features: motels all booked up, Junior realizes he wanted to go to summer camp after all, Baby’s got the runs, and Suzie is crying over her first pimple! But sometimes, grudgingly rare sometimes, you want something special, really special. You got the directorship over Bill Grady, or maybe Helena has come back to you. Whatever the reason, you don’t want to take a “vacation”. You want a vacation, the genuine article, the real thing! OK, this is when you listen to that little voice in your head whispering with all the force of a Chinese-made 2 billion watt PMPO handheld MP3 player: “Cruise! Cruise!” You decide it can’t be Tom, so you book yourself and the family (Ruff can stay with Mrs. Doherty) onto a fabulous magical vacation aboard the cruise ship “Mirabile Dictu”. You don’t know what it means but you also know that the father-in-law won’t either!