My Son Gave My Gulf Shores Villa To His In Laws Until A Retired Judge’s Plan Stopped Them

at Mobile General. I poured it into the chipped mug from the windowsill.

And I took it out to the porch and sat down in the swing.

White oak. Three coats of marine varnish.

It did not creak.

The Gulf was doing that thing it does at six in the evening. Going from blue to copper, slow and easy, like it is not performing for anybody at all.

I sat there until continue reading …