It's time to go home.
How do I know ?
Because there is a 737 jet about to land on
the back porch of my condo, #2207 Destin, Florida.
Ok, it's not really a jet, but it sounds like one.
It is, instead, a short dark-headed fellow operating the
LOUDEST weedeater of all time. Right below our window.
The weedeater SCREAMS out to me.....
"Time to go home, Bill !"
Actually, it is.
Time to get back to the Coaching office.
Time to get back to reality.
No more paradise.
No more gumbo.
Real Life, here I come.
I'm excited !
Ready.....Fire.....Aim !!
Bill
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