photo by Linda Davick
I couldn't believe my eyes. Spots was back on the beach today. (By that I mean Scott was back on the beach today.) We had walked about a quarter-mile, and there he was. Just sitting there, throwing the ball for Spots and her best friend Tipper.
It's been about a year and a half since we would run into Scott and Spots on the beach almost every day. Now Scott's out of the wheel chair and onto crutches. Whenever he wants to make excuses for anything, he refers to himself as a cripple. Whenever he wants to cut through a crowd, he'll say, "Get out of my way! I'm a cripple!" And does he ever look great for a cripple. Tan and muscular. My camera was shy today, but it won't be for long.
