On Dec 8, 12:16*pm, "Eisboch" wrote:
Spent the last couple of days down at my son's Beachhouse on the ocean.

Awoke yesterday to snow, wind and a roaring ocean, so I got dressed, grabbed
a cup of coffee and wandered down to the beach, intending to experience and
enjoy nature and all that stuff.

Stood near the crashing waves for a couple of minutes, snow being driven
into my face, body starting to shiver uncontrollably in a futile attempt to
stay warm and suddenly the older, more mature part of my brain kicked in
with a message:

"What are you, *friggin' nuts?"

Packed up the truck, went back to my nice, warm house in Duxbury and haven't
stepped outside since.

Eisboch

Rick, now isn't the time to be sporting around in beach trunks.