Musings

As I’m writing I just heard some music with surf sounds in the background. I suddenly got a memory of when my father was stationed at Hickam AFB in Hawaii. I wasn’t old enough to drink then, but I still managed to get bottles of wine. What I remembered was drinking too much, walking along the beach and actually just lying down to sleep on the beach. The next morning the sun on my face woke me up, and the first sounds were those of the surf rolling in and the sea gulls (they called that there?) crying out overhead. I like that memory.

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