KINGDOM. HUNTING. DAD.

I was trying to be as quiet as a mouse in wool slippers. I knew there was a chance I was going to get an encounter with him again.

My fingers made their own wake through cool, crisp, brackish water as the Suzuki 4-stroke propelled us along.

Thankfully when you don't kill your dinner you can still drive up town on the corner of State Road 327 and 120 and order it.

As they opened their stockings and I lay in bed listening to them, I couldn't help but smile at their happiness.