Last Thursday, Sept. 1, was my husband Jim’s 83rd birthday. With our daughter, Gloria, and our self-proclaimed “adopted daughter,” Tracie, we headed to Florence for a special lunch at Bridgewaters, since Mo’s was closed. Then we drove north to Heceta Head where we parked and watched the families playing on the beach and the incoming waves. Further out in the water were a few surfers trying to catch one of the bigger waves. The sea-air was glorious – so fresh and sweet – and the gentle warmth of a day with sunshine and very little wind invited . . .