...that along with my wife, my mom, my sister and her husband, and a couple of close friends, I was supposed to be headed for Cozumel for two weeks of diving, fishing, and general laying about. We were going to celebrate my mom's 92nd birthday on this what would have been her never missed annual spring trip to the island since 1977.
Instead, I am... well, you know. Heavy sigh.
Instead, I am... well, you know. Heavy sigh.