Seagulls, Beer, and Sparkplugs

Danny (1976) at the cottage

One of the first things I heard when I went outside this morning was the screeching sound of seagulls flying overhead and the smell of the ocean. In fact, it is what I see and feel every time I go outside of my new digs in White Rock. I sound like a person who has… Continue reading Seagulls, Beer, and Sparkplugs