(Here are a couple of stories from my newspaper column in the Island Times.)
Today on my walk, I came upon some itty-bitty footprints, a toddler’s, I assume. They were perfect little “Hang Ten” feet like that ubiquitous logo from the ‘70s I loved so much. The sweet little feet were pointing toward the Gulf, but I followed them for a few paces away from the water and toward the street until they suddenly disappeared.
It made me think of that lovely old poem, “Footprints in the Sand,” but from an entirely different perspective. Continue Reading