It happens every morning during the season, people come down to Van’s beach, stand and stare out into Big Blue for long periods of time… Morning meditation. Not every morning, but I too stare out over Big Blue. As I look out over the water I find myself engaged in thoughts about the many friends of ours that have passed these past 60 years. I think about the dumb things I’ve done over the same period of time as well as some good. I’m sure I’m not alone with these thoughts. When the wind is blowing out of the west 25 to 45 mph you’re mesmerized with the pounding waves and the surf, kite boarders. Most mornings during the summer a sailboat will leave the harbor headed north or south to new port and you wonder who they are where they are going. Anyway Biscuit and I will be out there tomorrow morning thinking about something.