Nothing like getting your feet into the water of a place to truly be there in the moment. Splashing both oceans in a day is not only the ultimate American Experience, but because of our prosperity and freedom it's available to almost every one of us.
Thanks for the beautiful reminder.
Congratulations. You've discovered God's mantra. (Or is it man's Godtra? Same thing.)
I spent 12,000 hours of my life transporting human beings across the United States and the world in airliners, and never lost my awe of what I was privileged to do for a living.
Creation is such an incredible reality; thanks for the reminder. I very often stop and marvel at the world around me (or the basic automobile that gets me where I want to go; what an incredible machine!) and how so many of us take creation so completely for granted in our hurry to bitch and moan about everything under the sun.
Hmmmm, vodka and cranberry; a favorite of my long-dead father. A mighty fine toast to you, Gerard. I haven't checked this page in quite some time and couldn't be more pleased that I stopped by this evening.
One of the smaller miracles in life brings gratitude for the greater gift. Whatever gets you there, grateful to be wherever your feet happen to be.
Thanks for the plane ride.
You say: "They say that if you can remember the sixties, you weren't there. But my curse is that I was and I remember everything."
That is a truely great paragraph....
A while back when I checked out your site, you had a photo up where you looked like Hemingway. Now, you sound like him from his book: The Moveable Feast. I think you're channeling Hemingway. ;)