I’ve gotten sliced across the forehead by a paddle, slashed in the shoulder by a fin, and of course broke ribs wiping out. Sometimes the injuries are flesh wounds – fin cuts. Other times the injuries are serious. It took eight-weeks for my ribs to heal. Eight-weeks to be able to hug my daughters and sneeze without seeing stars.
I normally don’t pen spur-of-the-moment posts. Usually, I jot down ideas. Draft storylines. Edit. Edit more. Then I publish. This one is as impromptu as it gets. I’m writing and posting in real-time. Why? Well, I just got very excited about a certain beer.
Started writing 17 February 2024 I’m writing this in real-time again from Coffee Surf Co. in Belmar. My younger daughter is at Irish Dance so I’m clicking keys and killing time. I’m not writing about this joint today but try the Dawn Patrol roast. It's another perfect coffee for another snowy day. Trust me. Snow … Continue reading Beach, Break and Brew: Goose Eggs and Beach Haus
Matt DeVirgiliis 