My brother's on the left. Next to him are John and Chad, the two men married to our daughters. Then me, then my brother's two sons on the far right (the oldest just graduated from high school)...last week at Hilton Head Island, standing near the green on the 18th fairway of Harbour Town Links as the sun goes down, looking out over the sound after the golfers have left. If you're a lady, the feeling might be equivalent to finding a great pair of shoes at a ridiculous price at Steinmart, then stopping with friends at Panera for black bean soup in a bread bowl. If you're a guy, no explanation needed.
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Gary, all girls are diffinately not the same. I would be standing in awe right beside the guys. And as for my shoe collection, maybe five total.
Posted by: Teresa | Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 04:35 PM
Wish I were there with ya, brother.
Roger
Posted by: Roger Olmstead | Monday, June 25, 2007 at 11:23 AM