With my folks in town for the week, I took advantage and spent an afternoon with my kid and my dad at Toes Beach, Westchester’s local surf spot which was my second summer home as a kid.
This was truly a memorable event; as simple and mundane as it may have seemed, it was the first time three generations—and three Gregs—of the Narvas clan gathered on the shore. My head tingled when I realized that.
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Aba! I see the iskwatting Greg Sr.! 3 Gregs in the beach sounds berry pun.
Yup you got it! I wonder how that particular posture/mannerism got passed down…and from whom?