Hi, friends and readers:
When I was a teenager I lived in a beach community. Our house was one door from the Gulf of Mexico. My best friend at the time was named Curtis; we were inseparable. Curtis lived a five-minute walk from my house, and we spent most of our free time at the beach. We swam, surfed, skim-boarded, and walked along the shore, talking about where we hoped out lives would go in the years ahead.
Curtis and I eventually became lawyers. I practiced in the town where I grew up, while Curtis practiced in Miami, where the girl he married came from. But we kept in touch and visited each other maybe once a year, for many years.
The photos I’m posting here this morning remind me of my teenage years I spent with Curtis. I still remember events of that time as if they happened yesterday. How lucky I was to live at the beach and to have a friend like Curtis to share my days with.
I slept until nine this morning, and then I spent two hours reading the Sunday newspaper from cover to cover. There’s a lot going on in the world right now, so I found many articles of interest to me. Now it’s almost lunch time and I have not accomplished much else, but that’s okay. After lunch I’ll take a three-mile walk on the beach for some exercise, and maybe I’ll spend some time reminiscing about my days with Curtis, way back when.
Have a nice Sunday, friends.