Among the usual souvenirs of a week at the beach – suntans, shells, a few extra pounds around the middle – Dave brought home the most spectacular bruise I think we’ve ever seen.
No, no, he hadn’t been tippling. He did this himself.
We had a week in Holmes Beach, Florida, with the usual cast of characters: Jean and her boys, Mary and Rainer (Mary’s German consort), Dave and I, with Rainer’s son and his girlfriend for one night. A merry crew it was, someone always coming and going, big decisions to be made, like where to eat dinner tonight, in or out. Read More»