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My wife, Danny, my daughter, and I first started vacationing on the Gulf of Mexico in Ft. Morgan, Alabama 16 years ago and with the exception of a jaunt to the mountains one summer, and this summer, we’ve spent a week or more there every year.
School just got out, summer’s here — unofficially with the arrival of Memorial Day come Monday anyway — and the kids are already bored.
This might be a long summer. Long, hot summer. Long, long, hot summer.
Back in my day....
Oh, never mind.
The battle between me and the local raccoons was elevated to the top tier Monday morning. They dug up one of my tomato plants. That’s going too far. Way too far! They dumped out a potted plant on the back steps too, but when it comes to messing with my tomato plants I draw a line in the sand!
My daughter was only three years old when she blurted out the phrase that has become synonymous, at our house anyway, with the holiday we celebrate this week. “Easter’s gonna love this, ain’t he, momma?” she said all those years ago while admiring a group of bunnies and baskets spread on the coffee table.