The trip home was beautiful, as the sky formation was wild, and Karal did remarkable on the ferry, even as other dogs walked by. She seemed to be calm in between Chitunga and me, and content with the ocean waves and cool breezes. Chitunga insisted on driving,. which I'm 100% okay with. I like to be a passenger in my own car.
The last hours of Amagansett were a riot, as Mark had a 15-year old wild hair that he needed to see fulfilled, which mean putting up an artistic basketball net on a tree out front of his house, made from a 200 year old tree. He knew he'd likely get in trouble for it eventually, but convinced Chitunga and me that we needed to live the apparatus into the Sycamore out front of his house. We did this without arrest, but I await what his towns people will say to him in the weeks ahead. Only time will tell.
I plan on depositing all the photographs on Facebook so I can get them off my laptop, but I honestly can say the last week has been a much needed break from the hustle and bustled of 14-hour day insanity. It was nice to get away and to simply live for the moment, good company, and excellent food.
We both have to face the demons this morning and return to the grind, but I can say we had a blast together over the last few days, and Karal enjoyed herself even more than the two of us.
Hotel Amagansett never fails. We are fortunate.
Here's to you, son. Hard to believe so many years have already flown by.
