After a summer that seemed to never get started, we finally began to get some decent weather just about at the time School was ready to began again.
I think of the sand on a beach as giant Tempur-Pedic® mattress.
I understand that for many, the sand is a building material, the key, if not sole ingredient in the construction of sand castles.
That said, there is also another use for sand, to bury people.
When Sam and Taylor asked if ( told me) the could bury me in the sand, I had this image of 3 inches of sand being gently poured over my legs. It did not dawn on me that they learned how to bury one in the sand by watching the Soprano's.
At first it was fine. I thought it was so sweet of them to offer a towel to cover my face; so as not to get any sand in my eyes. It was later that I found out that they were well trained in the "Art" of Water-Boarding.
I assume there are no pictures of me being buried, based on the lessons learned at Abu Ghraib.
Jack and Lane sharing some chips
Oak Street Beach seemed to be a favorite destination for Lane and his friends this summer. I have to admit that I like the ease of East Bank Club. The beach always involves a lot of packing and unpacking the need to remember to "Bring things" rather than just depend on the club waiting to fill your order.
On the plus side, the beach does not require a membership; and is therefore an easy destination for gathering up a group. 
The Beach does have a restaurant; but it requires that you take Tranquilizers, to deal with the slow speed, and out-right confusion that accompanies each order.
The Beach does have a restaurant; but it requires that you take Tranquilizers, to deal with the slow speed, and out-right confusion that accompanies each order.Maybe my expectations are too high, but it seems to make sense that if I order chicken strips with fries; that they would both be served at the same time, in the same basket. (Thus the name "Chicken strips and a basket). Not once during the summer did the two items ever come-up at the same time, let alone in the same basket.
I think of the sand on a beach as giant Tempur-Pedic® mattress.
I understand that for many, the sand is a building material, the key, if not sole ingredient in the construction of sand castles.
That said, there is also another use for sand, to bury people.When Sam and Taylor asked if ( told me) the could bury me in the sand, I had this image of 3 inches of sand being gently poured over my legs. It did not dawn on me that they learned how to bury one in the sand by watching the Soprano's.
At first it was fine. I thought it was so sweet of them to offer a towel to cover my face; so as not to get any sand in my eyes. It was later that I found out that they were well trained in the "Art" of Water-Boarding.
I assume there are no pictures of me being buried, based on the lessons learned at Abu Ghraib.
Jack and Lane sharing some chips
After a cold winter, and a less than warm summer, the water never seemed to get warm.
Sam
Sam
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