Capitola, California

Vinny scaling the man-made wall at the Hook.


One day in Capitola.

"Hey, can we drive down to the beach and check the waves?" I ask.

Even if I can't surf, I like to keep an eye the Ocean and see how she's doing.

"Sure," says Hubby, knowing that's a statement in the form a question.

"Are you guys gonna come with me?" I ask.

"No, we're gonna stay in the car," say The Three Musketeers.

They didn't recognize my rhetorical question so I prod them with, "Uh, I think we SHOULD all go down to the beach."

"Okay," say The Three Musketeers.


Someone always gets cut out of the self-family portrait.




Look, an ankle high wave!