/angrily shakes fist at house next door
Luckily, we thought to shoot some stills, so my little time spent outside the house this week wasn't completely for naught.
Maci, readying for take-off.
In mid-flight, ball snagged at its highest point.
Lauren with a great head-on shot. Click if you care to enlarge.
I don't want to jinx myself, but I'm currently in the midst of a fantastic three-day stretch of feeling stronger and stronger. I've started to work from home a bit each day, and even took a two block walk down the beach this weekend completely solo. It doesn't sound like much, but its a long way from my first few weeks out of surgery.With my lovely wife attending the wedding of one of her college roommates this weekend, I took a ride down to LBI with the folks so I could briefly attend the college graduation party for one of my best -- if unlikeliest -- of friends.
Meet "Scuba" Steve Welc: recent Summa Cum Laude graduate from UNC-Wilmington, defending island champion in the 1,000 foot singles row, my hand-picked apprentice in useless Simpson's trivia, and three-time winner of the LBI Clam Chowder Cook-Off. *We met my first year back on the stand, in 2003, when Steve was a scrawny high-school kid, I was a 28-year old graduate student, and he was the one with the direction in life. Lauren and I both took a liking to him immediately, and he won a place in our hearts at the end of that first summer when he bought Lauren a thoughtful going away gift: a giant novelty sombrero. I mean, who doesn't need one of those?
Ever since then, Lauren and I have grown to look at Steve as a younger brother. Of course, that would make Lauren and I brother and sister, which is kind of, you know, gross.*Last accomplishment may not be true
