Jack of Harts

I grew up on the lakes of Northern Minnesota. Spring. Summer. Fall. Winter. There’s so much you can do in every season. But for all my days, there’s one thing I’ll never forget. One image that will always remain with me until the day I die. A great bonfire on the beach, reflecting on the surface of the water. A stiff, cool lake breeze on the air and stars in the sky. A full moon looking down over everything. Add a few pontoon boats anchored off the beach. Have some music playing and friends singing joyful tunes. People lying in the sand. Swimming in the water. Dancing on the pontoons. I never wanted to leave that behind. It was paradise.