Today I lost my cell phone at Jones Beach State Park on Long Island.
My brother-in-law, Kelly, grew up on Long Island and he told me he spent his summers at that very beach.
So now I feel like Kelly and I have a bond. Or Kelly and my cell phone have a bond.
I comforted myself that my cell phone is in a better place. Who wouldn't want to live on a beautiful beach? (And it is beautiful. Good job for spending your summers there, Kelly.)
I comforted myself that I'm in a better place now too.
Home with my kids.
P.S. If you call my cell phone and someone with a Long Island accent answers, tell them to send it to me.