Locks of Love

Locks of Love hanging on the safety wire along the breakwater.  Some people really dislike them, I think they are sweet.

I met a friendly 86 year-old man as I was leaving the breakwater.  He was sitting in his car and waved and asked me a question.  We got to talking after we realized we both live here.  He reminded me of my Dad, the way he asked me lots of questions about what we do, where we have lived, etc.  My Dad loved to meet strangers and always managed to find things in common, which Ray and I did, today.  I have a feeling he sits in his car often just to watch the lake and people coming and going.  Maybe I will see him again and be able to get him in a photo!