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Finally the bells of summer have tolled and school is back in session. I told my school teacher wife early Monday morning before she left the house headed to Conehatta Elementary School, that I felt a bit melancholy.
Time flies when you’re having a good time. Or, so the old saying goes.
It flew by last week while my wife, Danny, and I were on vacation. “Days on the beach sure do go by fast,” I said to her on our way home. Much faster than the days of the week at work, I think.
It was 18 years ago — June of 2010 — when our little family of three packed up the Jeep and moseyed on down to Fort Morgan, Alabama for a beach vacation. We had rented a tiny seafoam green beach house slap dab out on the beach. We were hooked big time.
Opinion! The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines an opinion as:
1 a: a view, judgment, or appraisal formed in the mind about a particular matter. We asked them for their opinions about the new stadium.
b: approval, esteem. I have no great opinion of his work.
It is three-tenths of a mile from the end of my driveway down the dirt and gravel Pine Grove Road to Highway 21. Three-tenths of a mile. A little after 6:00 a.m. on the Fourth of July I decided to walk to the highway and back because I was more than a little perturbed on the eve of the Fourth as I drove in from work.
It seemed extra quiet in the office last week as the hustle and bustle of early deadlines quickly engulfed us. The phones didn’t ring much, the keyboards were clicking, and my co-workers and I were busy as bees trying to make sure everything was done on time.