After moaning and complaining for months, I finally got to the beach! Hubby and I went to Biloxi, MS for a few days. The drive took about six hours from Atlanta, which isn't bad at all. It was my first time visiting Mississippi, and I was pleasantly surprised. Growing up in the 1950s and 60s, the word Mississippi conjures up awful memories of all the news stories my parents constantly watched during the Civil Right Movement, so I was a bit apprehensive. I know that was a long time ago, but images imprinted on a child's brain are almost impossible to erase.

Happily, I was surprised at the racial balance in the restaurants and stores and on the beach. The scenery was beautiful, and I got some writing and reading time in.