Swimmingly 7/24/23
One of my favorite summer memories is from a late afternoon in July, about five years back.  It was a blue bird sky day, and I was sitting on a beach on Martha's Vineyard, with my dear friend Beth and her husband.  My flight back to Washington was taking off around 7:00 that evening, and I was dreading leaving what might go down as one of the best beach days of the summer.    Worse still would be dragging my favorites hosts off the beach early, in order for me to take a shower before heading to the airport.    Gazing out towards the few remaining swimmers, a little voice popped into my head, inadvertently channelling my ten year old self, "So what if you don't take a shower before your flight?  What would be so bad that would happen then?"     READ MORE