It was such a nice party. Great group of people. Good spread. Conversation was easy. Didn’t feel like work. And the sun was shining, so much so, that guests gathered in tight circles in the shade.

Somewhere in the middle, after I slammed my face into the cheese tray, I turned to the person next to me.  She had just shared her first impressions of the school system when I told her, apropos of nothing, about Albert and that fateful day at the beach.

Really!? Now, why did I feel compelled to go there?