Soaking Up The Rays in Stratford, and Exhausting The Middle-Aged Men with Volleyball, Sand, and the Long Island Sound

Feeding four is definitely easier than feeding twice as many as four, which was the evening barbecue (with spray butter) of chicken, corn, rice, salad, and salt potatoes. Before, however, we got quality time at Short Beach with some football, frisbee, and volleyball.

Mike sums it up best here. Nap. "You have to remember that we're in our 40s and we look at you guys with envy for your youth."

"But we're fasting. We haven't eaten since 4 a.m."

"Still, we're old."

332 Mt. Pleasant is feeling more alive than she has been in the last few months with all the activity taking place within its doors and windows. There isn't a room that isn't occupied and fulfilled with life, family, shoes, luggage, pillows, balloons, odes to Mike - it's all about Mike - and love.

That's what a home is all about.

Sad, however, that the Eagle, himself, is working all the hours he does, but it is respectable. The work ethic cannot be shamed.

And today? We're off to Brooklyn for Contemporary Color and the adventure of getting Sudy Rip to NYC and back. It should be one for the record books.