It's 3:50 PM and sitting out at a picnic table watching the waves of the Gulf of Mexico roll in onto an incredibly white beach about 50 yards away.
Unfortunately, tomorrow this time, I'll see the other lanes of an interstate as we head for home. What originally was to be two-three days in Panama City Beach, ended up being nine. Oh, well, someone has to sit here and make sure those waves continue to roll in, and I'm just the guy to do it.
We will be back next year!!! And for longer.
The palm trees and sea oats along the small dune nicely frame it. Listening to a great Beach station, 95One play a mix of Beach Music, well-known oldies, and not so well-known oldies. Our neighbors here in cabana row, Larry and Beth from Indiana are getting ready to fire up the grill. Then, there's that great Donovan's Reef across the street. I can handle it.
On the Road Again, I Wish I DIDN'T Have to Get on the Road Again, This Time. --RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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