Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key...and Zoey's in a bucket.
Tonight I've got Travis McGee on my mind. Don't know about Travis McGee? Oh no...go out and grab yourself some John D. MacDonald paperback fiction and soak it all up. Travis McGee is one of the best American characters ever written...a sly sun worshipping sleuth of a man with a South Florida playground for a backyard, that is if houseboats moored in Bahia Mar can have backyards of any kind? It's summer reading, and has been for me for years now. It was Brother Brad who turned me onto MacDonald's work, and it was Jimmy Buffett who did the same for him. When the sun is hot and the waves lap at the beach beneath my feet I always feel the need for some Travis McGee.
Or stuffing my daughter into a bucket and playing in the sand...either/or...
The bucket was supposed to be for collecting stones for Grandma, but it quickly turned into a County Fair Mall traveling circus with one of those frightening parking lot midways. Zo couldn't get enough of it and nearly wore Mom out. How many times in your life you get to play with your child in a bucket, really? So no complaints here.
It sure feels like summer around here now...coming home to the beach...little kids stuffed in buckets...Lake Huron sunsets...foot prints in the sand and that same sand spread all over the house (it's the best problem to have). We're all nice and comfy...and then in three weeks we move to Brooklyn. Yeah, I don't quite get it either but...life's a confusing thing. The best part is that we'll be back by the middle of August and maybe we can get away with stuffing Zo in a bucket again then. You know, without the Child protection services all over us. For sure we'll be snapping photos like this one that very well could be in the running for best photo ever.