I share stories; some good and some not so good but they deserve acknowledgement in the many adventures in my life.Even tales were given time in life where we would sit on a log, watching a bright fire on the beach where the scarier the story, the better. I also remember walking to the end of the beach where we walked to where large walls of slate kept us from going any further;wanting to see a lighthouse that we only saw from our boat travels on Lake Erie, or riding straight across the lake to Canada. My dad and his neighbor friend thought that was the thing to do on a hot summer day!