It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere, Cuz!


As the chill of winter bears down, and snow and ice make the South appear as frozen as the land of our northern cousins, I dream of summer on North Carolina’s Outer Banks.  The days, now gone, were long and warm.  The food and drink were always creative.  And the fellowship sustained us for the remainder of each year.  For ten wonderful summers, my family vacationed with my aunt, uncle, and cousins.  We gathered from various parts of the country to experience sun and surf on Hatteras Island.

Avon, North Carolina

Avon, North Carolina

But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.  My cousin went to Heaven soon after the summer ended last year.  Her place on our beach perch cannot be filled.  Yet, she abides in our hearts.  When we gather again this summer, I will hear her laughter when we call for happy hour and visualize her smile when we cry: “its five o’clock somewhere,” cuz!


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