The Beach House

The summer of 1960. It was a summer to remember. A summer to bask in as a youth; a summer to cherish as an old man; a summer to take out and fondle throughout my whole life; a summer that I could always go back to and relive in my sunset days. It was my beach house summer. We arrived at Tim's parent's beach house on a Saturday morning. . . I had been expecting a little house. . .