Sitting on the front porch enjoying the storms roll in with Charlotte — makes me think back to when I was a kid, probably 6 or 7 years old. We used to do the same thing...go down to the beach in our old 4-Runner­  — the red one then the gold/silver one — and watch the storms roll in over the Gulf. The lightning would flash and paint the thick clouded sky a bright blue-gray and illuminate the entire murky Gulf as far as the eye could see — exposing a dark and crisp silhouette of Cat Island. Those, my friends, are some great memories.