Andrade Sr, Joseph J.

It was another hot day in early August, 2011. My youngest son and I were once again camped at our favorite beach on Rhode Island's south shore. After a morning of battling behemoth, blue, breakers, we retreated up the beach and, across the stony lot, to the tranquil waters of the pond beyond our campsite. Even as the brackish water liberated us from the oceans salt and sand we still could hear her pounding surf taunting us. There among the reeds, a large dragon fly hovered lower to take a brief drink. Joey's head popped up and broke the surface, his half fogged dive mask still firmly in place....