Incommunicado

By this time tomorrow, Merrin & I will be on the beach on Guana Cay for our annual trip to the Abacos.

For the first time in years, it will be just the two of us. And for this trip, I think its exactly what I need. Although we've gotten out of town several times in the last year, I have not truly gotten away.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I am solar powered. I need to get away and recharge.

I need this. Or this. And this, this, and this. And more than a little of this.

So, for the next week or so, I'm off in search of myself, to put this year astern, to reconnect with my life & my wife.

In the words of St. Jimmy:


Hello mister other me
It's been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself's a crime

So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine

That's where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear

See you on the flip.

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2 thoughts on “Incommunicado”

  1. It feels so weird today, knowing y'all are there and we are here. Its truly making me sad. Although, I can see it all in my head, so I can pretend I'm there too.

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