First an apology to my ornithologist friends out there who might be (but probably aren't) reading this blog. Anywhere you've seen the word "heron", please substitute the word "egret". I have admitted my inadequacies in photography, history, and measuring distances. Now I admit that I know nothing about birds and bird watching. I thought an egret was a heron. The problem with a blog is that eventually a person's ignorance is bound to come out with a blunder somewhere. Anyway, the beautiful white birds with long, graceful necks that look like a cross between a swan and a flamingo are egrets and are prevalent in the marsh grasses behind our house. I'll include a photo of them soon! Last month, I visited the island again; this time with my college roommate and dear friend for many years, a reconnection that was years overdue. That's one of the beautiful things about the empty nest. You can travel in September! We spent our days drinking coffee