Always liked that song…
Over the years I’ve talked about my relationship with beaches and water. You know, for example, that to a Chicagoan, the beach is that sandy area next to Lake Michigan, and that my grandparents’ back yard was the beach and park at the end of Albion Avenue. You know that I’m a terrible swimmer and that, being of Irish descent and having a redhead’s coloring, I burn pretty easily and severely. And you know about the day when I walked from Santa Monica to Venice and back along the beach next to the Pacific Ocean. I think I might have even mentioned that we used to spend some time each year at Lake Delavan in southern Wisconsin, where there was a small beach and swimming area, and that years after we stopped swimming in the lake, they had to drain it and deal with an algae problem, which Kip said was because we weren’t there urinating in the water.
I’m not a beach type of person, to be honest….
Linda Hill runs Just Jot It January, and may I say it’s a highlight of my blogging year. It’ll be over this Sunday, and I’ll miss it.