Memories of the 1960's. Drinking from the garden hose, Playing outside till it was time for supper or it got dark-whichever came first. Box fans, heat rash, Church on Sunday and one family black & white television with 3 channels. Time passes and times sure have changed. Welcome to my world. Stories about growing up in Texas. New adventures and the struggle to remain relevant in the lives of my adult children.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Laguna Wreath
I grew up with the Laguna Madre a hop, skip and a jump from my backyard. The Laguna is a natural buffer zone that protects Flour Bluff from storm surges. Seabirds nest on its shores. Fisherman wade in the shallows. Boats troll the channel. Windsurfers color the sky. It's like our Laguna makes sure there is some happiness for all God's creatures.
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