Goin’ to the Shore

My girlfriend Emily called me from the east coast to tell me she was going to the shore. That geographical feature that Californians call the beach.

“You mean you’re going to the beach.” I said.

“No, the shore,” she said with east coast indignation.

“The beach?”

“The shore.”

“It’s got sand, and leads to an ocean. It’s a beach.”

She hung up the phone and sent me the picture above. It’s a shore.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Happy St. Patricks Day. Live, love, and be safe.

Oh, and welcome to the return of my blog. Something new every Friday morning.