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

Donna hadn’t gotten to it yet.

I sat down in the swing.

White oak. Marine varnish.

It didn’t creak. I built it too well for that.

I sat there for forty minutes and watched the Gulf go from black to gray to pink to gold, the way it does when it thinks nobody is watching and it can get away with the whole light show.

I thought about a five-year-old boy on continue reading …