Coming Home Again...

Who says you can’t come home again? When you’re from the place I called home for six years that statement is absolutely false. I had to come back to the "Beach" today to handle some business and tie up some loose ends. When I got there I naturally stopped by the house to see how the boys were doing and it was like I never left. Door unlocked, pit-bull greeting all intruders, bottles on deck, Gray getting ready for work, Panama on his way home, and the Bird Dog in the kitchen making pancakes (thought he was back at it... lol). It is a great feeling to come back and be treated as if you never left. Good friends are hard to find and I happen to have a few great ones.