Monday, October 18, 2010

Beach Stories

Ken and I are flying to Florida today. Once a year, we meet two couples who are friends from the years we lived in Rockford, IL.The men were golf pals, and when Ken retired thirteen years ago, we moved back to Kansas. The three men made a pact to have an annual golf outing somewhere in the US. This year, we are staying with one of the couples who have a condo on the beach.

While the men play golf the next few days, I hope to do a lot of walking on the beach, maybe a swim now and then in the Gulf waters, also sitting by the pool and reading. We'll  do some sightseeing and a little shopping. No meals for the women to cook as we'll have dinners out. I'm looking forward to some good, fresh seafood.

But what I know I'll also find are some stories to write about. Especially on the beach. What a wonderful place to people-watch. The stories may only begin with someone I note on the beach, and I'll let my imagination take me from there. You don't have to go to the beach to do it. Pushing a cart down the grocery aisles affords lots of opportunities, as well.

I'm also going to do some reading on the beach. Strictly entertainment kind of novels. Uninterrupted reading time is high on my list of favorite things to do. But I will have to stop for a little while. My grandson, Cole, who is four, asked me to bring him some seashells. Even collecting seashells can bring a beach story to mind, I bet.

If all is well with our friend's computer, my next post will be from the Florida Gulf area.

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