Beach Living

I'm back from a week at the beach. A whole week down on the coast with nothing but swim trunks, flip flops, and a toothbrush. It's been several years since I was there last and I was amazed at the growth and development that has taken place. The Beaches still stretch on forever though. I had a conversation back home about remembering when there was nothing between Destin and Panama City Beach. Not so now. It can be tough these days to find a quiet little nook to sun and soak on the gulf coast. And it was good to see all the airbrush and tattoo joints still hanging in. The kids loved it! LOVED IT! We had a great time.

On the way back we detoured through Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I wanted my son to see Mecca. While we toured the Bear Bryant Museum on the U of A campus and got our fill of hero worship, I was reminded why I was never a Tennessee Vol fan; the sickening obsession of everything orange or orange related. Fanaticism is not an attractive trait. If I had to live in Alabama and put up with the same griping, complaining, defending, criticizing, loving, hating football fest that I have to here in Tennessee, I'd hate the Crimson Tide too. But as the old saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Roll Tide!

The News/Talk WMD dodge ball team took a break while I was gone. No games were scheduled so now we're back to regular play on Tuesday and Thursday nights at Tigrett Middle School. Start time is 7 o'clock and there are several great opponents coming up. Check http://www.wnws.com/ for a complete schedule. Come out and support some terrific charities.