On the Wings of the Morning
It was a glorious morning at Myrtle Beach as we drove a few miles up Kings Highway to Brookgreen Gardens. My son Jeff and his wife Stephanie were taking me there for a belated birthday present. The first time I had been to Brookgreen was on my honeymoon. That was many moons ago—1961 to be exact–and I was certain it had changed. I was right. The welcome statue was the same, but beyond the entrance, it was very different. Everything…