Homin'

So, I don't know why all good things must come to an end but my time on the beach did. Saw the biggest moon in the world on the drive home as a form of consolation although it would have been better over the Atlantic than Alexandria.

Seems a good friend wanted to sell her rowing shell. It was in our back yard so I offered to do it for her. She and her partner are expecting a baby soon. Ended up selling it to a guy from CT with the same last name as that of a guy I called Dirtball who played basketball in college with another good friend. Kelly and I drove the boat to the CRI boathouse. CRI is where our daughters learned to row awhile back.  They got interested in in when Kelly read an article in the Boston Globe mentioning a learn to row program for high school kids and our older daughter was at that age. The article mentioned a coach who had gone to high school and rowed in Buffalo. Em signed up, Les followed and we met a lot of really good, lifelong friends along the way while enjoying their success.

Anyway, the buyer, when asked about his name said he was from Buffalo and had coached at CRI in 1995, the correct year. He didn't know Dirtball. So it had to be the guy Kelly read about and is partially responsible for our ladies involvement and success in the sport.  It did not provide him a discount, however.