A brother and a nephew
My brother Martyn, his son Sam and I have just concluded the greatest week of vacation. Sam and Martyn arrived from the UK on May 27th 2011 and will be flying back home (SRQ-ATL-LHR) in about 20 minutes from now (6:55 p.m. Saturday 4th June 2011). Sam, aged 15, has blossomed this week. He’s always been a bit diffident about “new things”, but he overcame this diffidence in splendid fashion. I noticed it, and his Dad commented on it. He’s learned to like good steak, cooked medium rare. He’s been able to socialise well with folks he’d never before met. We kayaked in Sarasota Bay and he took to the kayak like a pro. Dad and he went out on to the Intra-Coastal last Monday on a jet-ski, and Sam liked it so very much, that he and I repeated the adventure this morning (more about this later). Sam, Martyn and I parasailed off Anna Maria Island on Friday 3rd June and the formerly “slightly retiring” 15 year old enjoyed every moment. Of course, t...