Monday, August 8, 2011

Hamptons, part two

As I drive back to Connecticut, and hop across bays, inlets, and sounds, I reflect highly on the hospitality of Hotel Amagansett and the continued success and global vision of my cousin, Mark. I think I first started driving here around 1998 (or training with Judy). Time's have changed. Hair has grown, been cut, and disappeared. Home addresses have shifted, altered, and redefined themselves. Still, the need for good work is ubiquitous. That doesn't change.

PS: I am thankful I wasn't pulled to the dance floor to kick because I would have broke my leg. If this occurred, Aunt Sue and I could limp about in casts together.

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