Last Tuesday evening, the storm came out of nowhere. I was out on the course playing and helping another player, and we had been delayed earlier due to lightning, but something started to feel downright bizarre. All of a sudden, an intense four club wind began that didn’t stop until Thursday. 40+ mph here. 90+ mph off the coast, I read. Some how, some way, a line of violent electric storms that didn’t stop until Saturday night decided to appear.
In less than 24 hours, my parents were set to arrive from North Carolina, and they were ready to experience this unique outdoor lifestyle I had been busy designing from afar.
Well, there’s always next year.
When the golf outings and soccer games were inevitably cancelled, we did what you are supposed to do in the Deep South: eat. We ate and ate and ate. We visited. We chatted. My dad and I snuck in some wet chips and putts. My mom played Super Mario Bros., much to my delight. And then we ate some more.
Instead of trying to describe the meals, this week, I’ll simply show a few pictures and let your imagination and taste buds do the writing for me.
On the last night, everyone gathered for a big dinner out, and an interesting thing happened. When my father has a meal that is exceptionally good (both service and food), it has the same effect as some other person drinking a good bottle of wine. He subtly gets very happy, and the stories start flowing. (He was a college professor for decades, so he has some good ones.) That was really fun, and then we all said our goodbyes.
As we said goodbye, just for the hell of it, I glanced at next week’s weather forecast and just smirked. Perfect weather, as usual.
Life is absolutely hilarious.
Have a great week.-Benj
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