The Lost Art of Skipping

The Lost Art of Skipping

I was standing on the second-floor porch at the beach house recently, looking out over the ocean on a beautiful spring-like day. I could see for miles and the sun was almost straight overhead as it was just about noon this day. My wife was sitting on the beach just below me in a beach chair wearing a sun hat and sunglasses so she could read her magazine in the bright sunshine.