Never thought I'd say it, but I miss Georgia. I miss my grandnephews, my grandnieces -- two especially. The old saying that the grass is always greener is so damn true. I'm glad I came back to Texas, it was nice connecting with the relatives, but I guess my home is really where my heart lies buried. Lot of friends and family there that I really love -- one in particular. All my business contacts are there and 25+ years makes a lot of difference. Besides I don't have many emotional investments here. I Want to go back, I'd love to stay, but I just don't know how I'll make it.
I've got a few job offers in the Savannah Area and I've gotten two from Columbia, SC -- how does Pesina, P.I. sound? It ain't got the ring of Magnum, P.I., but it means working with a wonderful lady. No decent job offers here. But I can take an early retirement, VA and/or SS. I'm also pretty broke, minimum wage jobs are a dead-end even for a broke-down old man like me. Never was one to take a hand-out.
So what's left. I miss Brunswick on Jekyll Island, Savannah's Tybee Island, Edisto Beach, Seabrook Island, Folly Beach, even Old Town Charleston wandering around The Battery. Visiting the USS Yorktown and the submarine beside it on the Mt Pleasant side of the river. Don't get me wrong, The Blue Ghost, the USS Lexington is great, but it doesn't beat picnics with the grands at the park there.
Are grown men allowed to cry?
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