It's been a few weeks since Jeff's passing, and I am thinking of the few times I had the pleasure of his company.

The last time I saw him was walking along the beach and I came upon him as he was "working" with his catch. The pelicans were scarfing up the "left overs". It had been several years since I saw him, but without a beat, he said, "Gela my dear, how are you?". The fact that he remembered my name was impressive enough.

It's strolling along the streets and beach of AC, running into people you've met over the years, and you just pick up where you left off. The familiarity of this place is what keeps it deep in my heart. How about all of you?

Gela's AC Motto: "All Roads Used to Lead to BC's - Now They Lead to Hurricane's!"