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  • This past weekend a group of parents and soon to be eighth grade graduates met at the El Farito Beach to celebrate the end of an era. Our children, soon going off to high school, soon no longer children, enjoyed a day of playful swimming, enamored escapades, and building of sandcastles on the shore. Us parents “hung” around each other as if in a tribal gathering under the spacious cement covered picnic hut. Conversing about trivial matters and some not so trivial, barbequing hamburgers and hot dogs, and feeding our offspring in ongoing intervals, we spent our Saturday afternoon time. I, as always searching for those precious moments in time, left the suburban soliloquies round table here and there to adventure out.

    There was a lot to see and find. But, this photograph happened to be the most preferred of my shots by the teenagers and parents alike…. Mr. Loverboy.

    Isn’t so interesting that although generations apart, we all felt drawn to this particular photo?
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