A Ride Into Town
January 20th 2007 Yawn...stretch…no clock in site. There is nothing like waking up to the sounds of the Pacific and watching your bedroom curtains dance with the ocean breeze…tis’my awakening the last few mornings. I have been sent adrift to an island of relaxation.
Gene and I rented bikes again and headed about five miles into town. Along our journey, I noted the above-ground burial plots of the deceased
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