This is a great photo that was found recently--something of my past that had been hidden in a box, tucked away under some mattress. It's my father and I, hanging out at the beach in Wilmington, North Carolina. It was Wrightsville Beach to be exact. I couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 in the photo, and my dad looks like a hippie with those chops of his. He can no longer carry me like this, but I don't think either of us has changed significantly, other than a few minor hiccups. Enjoy!