
“My favorite memories of being in the ocean go back to when I was a little boy growing up near the beach in South Florida.
Dad would lift me unto his shoulders and hold my feet while I held on to his head. Then he’d walk down to the shoreline and keep walking out into the breakers. Some waves would be two feet over my head and he’d holler “Hold yer breath Mike!” as it plowed over us both.
After we came out the other side and cleared our eyes we laughed the best laughs of our lives.”
—Mike




