Friday, May 20, 2005

Any landing is a good landing

Well, I'm off---headed for a restful stay in Gulf Shores, AL, at the luxurious . . . come to think of it, I have no idea where I'm staying, since I didn't make the arrangements. But I have every confidence that it'll have all the amenities: alarm clock, working toilet, chamber maids who can discern between a "tuck" and a "no-tuck."

Anyway, I will return to the town Johnny Grubb built on late Tuesday night. Maybe I'll get a post in on Wednesday, maybe not. Whenever I come back to blogging, though, it will be with a vengeance. Same blogger, new attitude!

You want a preview? Well, don't mind if I do:

SHOCKING! RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES! FRANK ROBINSON CAUGHT EMERGING FROM LATE NIGHT STRATEGY SESSION WITH BUSTER OLNEY!

Until then, ponder the majesty that is Gulf Shores:

Something magic happens when you visit the Alabama Gulf Coast. The moment you arrive, the world starts to fade away. Maybe it's the sound of waves gently lapping the shore or the smell of coconut oil. Perhaps it's our white sand beach and sparkling emerald water. Suddenly building sandcastles moves to the top of your "to-do" list. You remember just how much fun your spouse is. You find yourself laughing at your son's "knock-knock" joke, even though you've heard it a zillion times. You linger over a succulent, fresh seafood dinner where nobody rushes to get away from the table.

Move over, Nags Head!

Oh, and if you have a minute, check out the BeachCam. I'm the one who'll be waving!

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