"Hamen" to Dat!

It was a longstanding tradition to spend Labor Day at the beach house with our rambunctious friends. Even though I was playing hostess, which always brought with it its stresses, at least I was at the beach! One evening, we gathered the crowd and walked down to the pier for drinks. As we sat under one of the thatched huts watching the storms sparking offshore, the wind picked up, growing brisk as lightning danced through the thunderheads. We had just raised our margaritas to toast when a...