After George's funeral, our time ashore was longer than we had anticipated. It always seems as though we manage to arrive in time for all the major events of our family and friends. We also assume that they cruise along in a slow autopilot mode until our next return. How could their lives be so busy and full of important matters while we are gone? That would mean that we are missing ...
Somehow we tore ourselves away and returned to our boat, then the gulf stream, and finally the Bahamas. Once again we were sailing across the crystal water of the banks and reaching for Manjack Cay.
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