If I could manifest the perfect beach day, it would look like last Saturday here in the little trailer park in the pine woods “down the shore.” Low eighties. Light sea breeze. Sun bright. Clouds puffy. Humidity low. Instead of spending it sunbathing, I got hot, sweaty and dirty erasing. . . .Show me more . . .
Three generations, decked out in red, white and blue, lawn chairs at the curb in the same spot since the flag only had 48 stars. The parade’s been the same since the grandparents were newlyweds, the parents were toddlers and the kids scrambling for candy tossed from the floats weren’t. . . .Show me more . . .