Roadtripped it back ‘home’ to Chincoteague today. The days are ticking down to Jim’s fourth Angelversary, and there’s no place I’d rather be then here, with my memories. Memories can and do fade, but the ones I hold dear to my heart, I don’t ever see them fading. So, it’s a beer on the front porch of my friends island cottage, the sound of the gulls as the rain trickles down. I’m grateful and blessed to be back.