The summer of 72 I was 8 years old. It was my fathers last year
of internship and we lived on the Cape. We lived in a trailor on a large
lake and everyday we went to the ocean or to the lake. My father
had a sailboat and every weekend we went sailing and had big
barbeques with the Doc's family that my dad was working with. Ahhhh,
life was so uncomplicated(at least for me).

Sox