7 Days of Living a Sham

For seven days I woke when I pleased (mostly).  I stayed up late and drank wine as if it were my last week on earth.  I lunched at The Club, ate low country traditional foods like shrimp and grits, dry rub barbeque ribs, mac & cheese, fried chicken, waffle fries, sweet potato fries, regular fries and steak cut fries.

I ate bread.  A lot of bread.  I had donuts.  Nearly four of them.

Then, on my second day …

Every day we sunned at the club or laid on the beach, water bottles filled with chardonnay and zinfandel.

For a week we lived like a king and queen,

For a week we had it all.

Our reason for going to South Carolina

For a week, my life was a complete and utter sham… …and I got the pictures to prove it.

Months ago Stacy and I were called to duty by her Mom and Dad for the critical task of minding a dog in the absence of her parents.  A business trip to Italy called them away.  We, in turn, spent Sunday to Sunday watching the pooch, under the South Carolina sun.  We lived a life neither of us could imagine, again, in paradise.

It was heaven on earth.

It was life on the other side of the rainbow.

It was a week at Seabrook Island and it was all made possible by a hairball named Rocco.

A dog we once thought of as privileged, spoiled and the inarguable favorite child of the family.  Seven short days later we learned he’s nine pounds of fluff and a hundred pounds of snuggle, chatter and playfulness.

He was so much fun, so cute and so playful it was all we could do to keep from falling into hysterics.

The result?  Sadie.

Sadie will be the name of the small-to-mid-sized apartment friendly dog Stacy and I will be getting in the coming months.


We can’t wait.

Then again, check back with me in the third week of February at 11 o’clock at night when she has to be walked.

Maybe not so much.


Posted on September 21, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Good to see you are back in the blogging game PJK. Always good to catch up with old friends. How did Jim do this season?….I catch as much TVG as I can, but I have a new baby in the house so sleep is most important to me at the moment. Cheers, brother. Take care.

  2. Marshall Cassidy

    Hi, Patrick,

    We’ve never met and I just wanted to make contact. Your Dad, Ray, and I have known each other since the ’70s and he is one of my best friends in horseracing. Always greets me with a broad smile and interested conversation, has heartily suggested we should fly down to Australia to see what a great place it is, and never fails to portray New York racing in the grandest of lights. I’ve met your Mom, Monica, and it appears you have inherited all their finest attributes.

    Good luck in all that you pursue. Please relay my regards when you next are able.

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