We didn’t stay more than a half hour.
But it will go down in our memories like it was hours and hours.
I couldn’t figure out the pay-by-phone system on the parking meters in the tiny lot at the 1st street access to Cocoa Beach.
So my son and I wandered down to the water’s edge to catch the sunrise with the specter of a parking ticket hanging over my head.
We arrived exactly seven minutes before it was scheduled to appear, according to the weather app on my phone.
The sun was set to rise from the cold Northern Atlantic Ocean horizon at 7:12 a.m. on Christmas Day 2014.
And I damn-well wanted to be there to witness it.
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It’s 11 p.m. on a Sunday night in Panama City. The air conditioner in the cheap hotel we’re in reads 68. The kids are sleeping off three days of sun, sand and water.
There is a commercial on television featuring a dating site for farmers, ranchers and good, ol’ country folk. And there is a plate of grilled Gulf shrimp on the bed and another with discarded shells.
The kids filled their bellies before crashing to sleep drained and content.
Cheryl and I wash ours down with a bottle of cold sauvignon blanc procured at a Winn Dixie on the way back to the hotel.
We’re all sunburned and fun fatigued, which, in spite of the negative connotations, are the best things to be at the end of a great vacation.
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