What’s your happy place?
Mine is the beach. Recently Team Murphy made our annual trip to Fort Lauderdale and immediately started pacing the shore, laser-focused on the sand, eager to discover sea glass. Truth be told, I don’t exhale until our first piece is safely in hand. Silly, maybe, but finding sea glass is my sacred signal that forces above are smiling on us, that my late father is always with us. So we were on a mission, and I was oblivious to the older gentleman sitting nearby, enjoying our fruitless determination. After nearly an hour, still nothing. I looked up, and he caught my eye. I said hello. He asked the kids’ ages, and I told him 11, 10, and 8. I tried not to notice his beard, which was eerily similar to…