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St. George sunset St. George Island beach Beach lounging with necessary reading material St. George Island lighthouse

I meant to write this entry the minute I got back from my impromptu trip. I was afraid as time passed that my strange journey down the Florida Gulf coast would just get filed away into the memory bank of other trips and that shouldn't happen. Before I headed down to Mobile to the wedding of my former neighbor and one of my best childhood friends, Jeb Pittard, my psychic adviser and hair cutter lady told me I should parlay this trip into a beach trip and I took her advise, as I usually do. Since I didn't have to back in Birmingham until Thursday afternoon, I headed down Highway 98, the scenic and partially ultra-commercial strip of Florida that I've known most of my life. My destination was Apalachicola, the home of Jeb's uncle who, at the reception, told me I should drive down. All is well, the world the seems like a good place, the sky is blue and weather is breezy. It was like a "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" kinda day except he escaped trouble. I noticed wh

Andi the Great Dane left us a year ago today. I think about her all the time and the sadness is still there, but much of it is replaced by how grateful I am to have known her so well for most of her life. There's nothing in the world like the unconditional love of a great animal. Andi will never be forgotten.