Opened two boxes that journeyed 3100 miles on a postal truck from my dear old mom’s storage room in Ma to my Ca castle. Dusted off the cobwebs and looked at pictures and keep sakes that were 35 years old. Childhood photos, trophies and letters from friends, some who…
A Labor of Love
As I was driving to Scripps Pier early this morning to play/train in the righteous south swell that is upon us here in So Cal, I realized Labor Day Weekend was back. As a kid, Labor day was a bitter pill to swallow, it meant leaving my beloved shores of…