Church in Cape May, NJ We drove to the seashore for the funeral of the dad of some dear friends of ours. It was the kind of funeral, as far as funerals go, that you hope to attend. A good man, who raised 7 children in a small row house in South Philadelphia. He was a man who always worked two jobs, set an example in deed, not word.
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He saved enough money, so that he and his wife could retire to a small white cottage by the sea surrounded by the sun, sand and family he loved.
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Later that afternoon we set off on a drive down the coast, changed into shorts in the car like a couple of teenagers and ate salty fries and chocolate shakes for supper.
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On the drive we saw an upside down house for sale. Plenty of parking, a small shop downstairs and living quarters above. My briefcase carrying husband sighed. "I wonder how many bike shops are here? I wonder if you could make a living fixing bikes for the locals and renting bikes during the tourist season?"
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"Maybe, honey, you could make lunch for the cyclists?" Hmmm. I didn't like the thought of being tethered to a lunch counter......but, what if I made a small picnic lunch for them to take? "Even better", he replied. I make good sandwiches. Really good sandwiches.
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"We could even have a spot in the shop for you to sell your jewelry". OK, I thought, now you're talking. I can work anywhere. Have torch will travel.
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So, that's how the dream begins. Out loud.
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Dream big, out loud and kiss the ones you love,
xoSherry
