Steve Layman found this Life is Like A Bagel
I vaguely recall that as a very young boy, my dad’s brother ran a bagel place in NJ and that a couple of mornings a week, there would be a bag of warm bagels on our front steps when we got up…I think I can still smell them…
Saturday morning I head about 120 miles ESE to a little piece of paradise called Edisto Island for my first week of vacation in five years. Alicia is taking one daughter North for the week and I will be with the other two at the beach. I’m traveling light….very light. A stack of books, a case of beer and box of cigars…and maybe a fishing pole. I will also take along the MBA to do some remote blogging.
So this will be my next to last post for a couple of days, but I’ll get caught up, because I have lots of stories to tell.