Emmeline and I spent the 4th in my hometown of St. Simons Island, catching up with family and friends. As you can see, E thoroughly enjoyed the boat ride, especially after her uncle taught her to say "hooyah." I particularly enjoy the look on her cousin Graham's face, like he's thinking, "
What in the hell are you doing, woman?"
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St. Simons Island brings up a lot of memories for me. My father's side of the family had strong Georgia roots. As a child some of my earliest memories are the trips we took to St. Simons in the early sixties. I'm not sure that I have ever met anyone who could call St. Simons their hometown.
I wasn't born there, but we moved there when I was around two, so it's the closest thing to a hometown I have. Definitely a wonderful place to grow up.
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