I can't sleep…
Wake up with the sunrise. And chill. In Tortolla, British Virgin Islands. Right now. (I wish)
“I also painted a study of a seascape, nothing but a bit of sand, sea, sky, grey and lonely—sometimes I feel a need for that silence—where there’s nothing but the grey sea—with an occasional seabird. But otherwise, no other voice than the murmur of the waves.”
Source/Credits: Jan Stewart
After reading Friday’s post (The King loses (again)…), Eric (18, son) was inspired to share a family vacation story. The fact that he read my post was a head-scratcher…so best to nurture this sudden interest in both reading and writing. I should disclose upfront, that I fail to see any humor in this story – and I say “story” as I don’t recall this version of the events. Here it is…unedited and unplugged. (And yes, the photo is an actual photo of me during the scuba lesson.)
SQUIRM. SPLASH. SINK.
By Eric Kanigan
Anyone who knows my Dad personally can attest to the enjoyment he gets out of poking fun at others, to phrase it nicely (in reality it’s usually a firm jab rather than a poke). For those that do not know him, just imagine a person who loves to relive the details of your painfully embarrassing moments months, sometimes years after they occur. Throw in a mustache to your mental image and presto! You have David Kanigan!
It only seems fitting to return the favor, so it’s time for a trip down memory lane.