My family just returned from Amelia Island, where we spent a relaxing Thanksgiving away from home and away from the familiar, the humdrum, the predictable. My wife, the kids and I were joined by my Mom and Dad, who agreed that getting away was a good idea and made the drive down from North Carolina.
Amelia Island proved to be a terrific gathering spot for the Guitar Dad clan. This barrier island off the coast of northeast Florida is a quiet, relatively out-of-the-way destination of refined resorts, wide beaches, lots of golf and tennis, and the enchanting historic district of Fernandina Beach. We enjoyed our well-appointed oceanfront accommodations at the Amelia Island Plantation, and savored a bountiful Thanksgiving feast at the Florida House Inn, a comfortable "old Florida" B&B with a friendly staff and seriously delicious cuisine.
It was wonderful to get the kids together with their doting grandparents – and great to unplug from our routine and take in the tranquil surroundings. If you've never ventured to Amelia Island, consider adding it to your travel wish list. At the risk of sounding like the local visitors bureau, I'll tell you that it would be hard not to enjoy the natural rhythm of Amelia Island, a place of serene beauty, abundant charms and extraordinary calming powers.
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Giving thanks comes easily for Guitar Dad. I'm deeply grateful for all I have, for all I've ever had, and for all I hope to have in the days ahead. For many years I've been an admirer of Jackson Pollock's awe-inspiring abstract art. He dripped, flung, poured and otherwise cleverly applied paint to large-scale canvases in seemingly haphazard ways, although in reality his method was highly calculated. Occasionally I'm the privileged recipient of a drawing or succinct note from one of my kids. Usually "To Daddy" is scrawled in the corner of a uniquely brilliant illustration that only my talented offspring could create. I just returned from a whirlwind business trip to New York: 24 hours of back-to-back meetings and appointments in the name of commerce, with just a few of those hours allotted for sleep. |
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