As I sat to write this letter, I thought about opening by letting you know that I have two favorite times of the year. In my head I was thinking of spring and autumn. As my fingers touched the keyboard, my mind ran through some favorite memories and they didn’t fall within either of those seasons. A few were filled with snowy days and moody skies, undeniably winter, and others were of racing Boston Whalers off the coast of the British Virgin Islands while wearing a bikini and still feeling the rays of the sun were beating me to the punch. This one could be any time in the Caribbean, to be frank, but the other memories surrounding that trip, like eating mangoes (a summer fruit) until dusk, on a…
