20 March 2010

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Spent last night hanging out at the beach.

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For a guy that grew up on the High Plains of the Texas Panhandle, "hanging out at the beach" is quite new; I reckon I could sit in the sand, listening to the waves lapping up, just about forever.

I was invited to come by a couple that lives at the beach. Every Friday night they lay down some blankets, put out all kinds of drums, make grilled cheese sandwiches, and just love on anyone that stops. We were visited by families, teenagers, homeless guys, and folks in various stages of intoxication. The drumming skills were... more than just a bit rough and the sandwiches were... probably not what you'd consider gourmet.

But no one seemed to notice or care.


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