Well, I am not sure if you noticed or not, but I haven’t updated the station since last Sunday. Reason being, I spent the last five days at Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. That Drifters song, “I’ve Got Sand In My Shoes” kept repeating itself over and over in my head over the past week.  No matter what people may say, the best time to go to the beach is a week or two after Labor Day. The crowds and tourists are gone. The shore is empty. All you have is cool ocean breezes, the geriatric crowd and plenty of space and time to make memories. All you need is a blanket, a bottle of wine and your love, and nature will provide the rest. Skies dappled with starlight. The sound of the ocean rushing up and crashing upon the shore. Lock it away, that memory. Because another one just as good may be a long time in coming. The greatest thing about a vacation is that it reminds you that life is not all cubicles and flourescent lighting. There is beauty out there.

Oh, the boardwalk’s deserted
There’s nobody down by the sho-o-o-o-ore
And the ferris wheel ride isn’t turning around any m-o-ore-ore-ore
The heat wave and the crowds are just old new-ooh-ews
But I’ve still got some sand in my shoes