In the summer, when we were little (meaning: before we had jobs), Mike and I used to row the dinghy out to the boat every afternoon. We'd clean up the boat (meaning: windex on everything) and wait for Dad to get home from work. Once he pulled into the garage, we gave him about five minutes before we started honking the horn in the boat to tell him it's time to pull us skiing.
Those were the days.
Nowadays, we fit in half a dozen times on the ShelleyMichael each summer...usually pulling wee munchkins on tubes...but above was a rare afternoon where we just skied.
Mikey, above in all his glory, combined with my new midnight sepia filter.
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