Kiss Me, Baby!

August 3, 2014 at 2:59 pm Leave a comment

Every August, from when I was 6 months old until I was 18, my family and my cousins’ family rented a cottage together at a place called Sandy Lake. It would take a gazillion hours to tell you all about it, longer still for me to stop talking. But, in honor of the time of year, let me share a glimpse.

One day during our 1975 vacation, my Dad went in to shave. When he was all lathered up, he dashed out into the cottage and yelled, “Kiss me, baby!” The rest, I think you can figure out for yourself.

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Here’s to surprises and revenge and tradition. Here’s to the funniest people I know. And, here’s to Sandy Lake, still my favorite place on Earth.

Note:  Yes, it was the first place I ever wore a life preserver, and, yes, it’s the inspiration for this blog.

Entry filed under: Life Preservers.

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