I probably won't be around all that much the next week or so.

(A hush goes over the crowd. Applause and high fives are shared all around.)

All right knock it off! Jokers!

My baby is coming home for a visit!

I said Son, during your time here what would you like to do?
Go to the Beach he said. (pause)


The Beach? Yep, the beach.

Now, you are all thinking you live in Western Washington, take the poor kid to the beach.

FG have you gotten up from the floor yet? (she knows where he lives)

You see, Son lives in Hawaii. He goes to the beach all the time. Nice, warm, beaches.

But no-o-o, he wants to go to the Arctic beaches of Washington, visit the little fishing town, breath in the salty, maggot infested air and do a little crabbing.

I think we will run him up to the mountain too!

I am sure the stories will start. The time I locked the keys in the car. The time the truck got stuck in the sand. How about the time his brother left his clothes at home.

Maybe going to the beach isn't a bad idea after all.