Still smitten with our beach vacation, I ask my husband if we might consider buying a place on the shore. His arm around my waist, he squints slightly into the setting autumn sun as if seeing into the future. The boys are a few steps in front of us...
http://www.washingtonian.com/2013/12/06/commuters-and-castanets/
Originally published in Washingtonian Magazine, January 2014