It was a thousand nautical miles ago when the daughter and I rode in circles in our little, family boat, just beyond the boat ramp at Dekle Beach.
That’s not what we were trying to do.
We were trying to help the husband retrieve the boat from the Gulf of Mexico, but we became amused by the situation and were reduced to a pile of giggles in a couple of swimsuits.
The husband, who prefers a trained fir…
