as a person advances through the last stages of life,you start to think about what year will be your last.the wife and i are now asking each other that very question each year we start looking for tickets.we started going in 1982 so we pretty much know the lay of the land.so all thats left is just the relaxing,and eating,and viewing the beauty of the ocean and people.we dont know if it will be the cost of the trip,or our health as we advance through life that will be the deturmening facter .we will try to go every year we can,but we will need bigger tires for our wheel chairs to go on the sand,and of course we will need a moter for our wheelchaire too.our small cabin is not wheelchair acceptible ,so then theres the added expense of a couple of 2 by 4s to get from the sand to our porch to watch all the goings on on the beach and i guess we will finally have to buy a cell phone to use there in case our batteries go dead on the beach,to call someone to come and tow us to the cabin to recharge so we can continue our shelling.all the friends that we have made in jamaica are now as old as we our,so they will probably be in wheelchairs too,so it will be a lot like bumper cars on the beach.the chairs with the biggest batteries will have the most friends i guess.dancing will be out,except for square dancing,where you can dou see dou with your wheelchairs.ill still be able to fly my balloons though,so life is STILL good,right down to the last reach.you all have a good day,ill bump into you on the beach,i hope
