Buds on the beach

"Hello, John? Mr. Garber would like to talk with you."

"We're going stir-crazy in Miami," Sidney said, "so we're coming down."

I told him how sorry Robert would be to miss him, since he's in Tennessee for taxes and bridge and insurance appraisals and . . . .

"I'll miss him too," Sidney said. "We'll see you tomorrow."

The big Lexus pulled up late the next afternoon. We walked through the house, and Sidney was tired so we adjourned to Mangoes for drinks. A few hours later there, after several more drinks and dinner, they checked into the Hyatt at the seaport. Friday we met at the beach for lunch, at Salute, delicious as ever.

They dropped me at Truman and Simonton, turned right and headed back to the mainland.

If I make it to 88, I want to have have that much fun.