We drove up the coast along the ocean and stopped in Carlsbad. We took off our shoes and trolloped through the sand. I made Terry stop and do what I used to do. "Hey T. write your problems in the sand and let them wash away".

I wrote "HURRICANE", and the waves immediately came in and lapped it up.

Terry wrote "W" and the waves slowly ate away at it. We held hands, feet in the surf and realized, that if we had to be anywhere but home right now, San Diego was the place to be surrounded by beautiful views and by people that love us immensely.

from drunah