Those first two hours, before the world starts spinning and before the others are awake, just me, my thoughts and Buffett. There is a serenity that comes over me, a hot cup of coffee my thoughts and the world. Nothing more and nothing less.

There are different memories that I have about those times, like a walk on the beach in Vilano Beach, or the backwaters near Caps. A red swing on the 12th hole of SC, or the first tee at my favorite course. A quiet hotel where I have total anonymity feels free to me. Basking in the silence that engulfs me at that time is meditation au natural!

These moments allow me to go anyplace I desire.

There are times that I go back and spend some time with my mom and dad, traveling at Christmas or cruising the highway on our way to the next ballgame. These were fun times, there are moments when I can relive the mountains of Tennessee and cool March morning before the first pitch. I remember running from Big Pier 60 back to the Traveler Hotel to let my dad know that someone hooked another shark, and we would jog back together to watch him reel it in…

My sister Judy, just hearing her answer her phone when I called “Hey little brother”, miss that immensely, though I can visit those moments each and every morning. Wish I could hear that just one more time for real. My sister Cathy, the cards, the signature and the advice… she too is missed and visited often.

Just now a feeling came over me of remembering working at the shop, what we called my dad’s business, the shop. The smell, the t-shirt, the jeans, the parking lot…I can see and feel it all. Just amazing what a nice silent moment can do for you.

It is just fun to let your mind go into silence and fall back to the days gone by.

When I am at peace, I am the happiest.