A Special Day,
After this interlude was over, my 88-Year old Redoct (Dobie years) was totally pissed off that I had not moved from my perch on the sand berm. When I tried to stand in the loose sand he knocked my ass down the slope and then, adding injury to insult, bit me (breaking skin) as I tried to rise. Now , he hasn't done that puppy trick in years.
So here's a raised tip of my Corona to all of my friends in these pages - hoping that this season also brings back to you a similar rejuvenation. Dawg knows, every man needs a good bite every so often.