Two Weddings And A Young American

I’m off tomorrow to run Melissa to the airport. Again. I’d love to jump in her suitcase and sit at Santa Monica, Huntington, or Long Beach, hang with the Wisemans, and have some uninterrupted writing time. The last three summers have been busy, expensive, and filled to overflowing with memories. I’m kinda looking forward to a quiet one. I will cherish and harbor more memories, a Mackinac Island camping trip, and another wedding on the farm that I get to “just” attend. Oh, and some beach weather, please.