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When one door closes, another opens – even years later. Such was the case with my Pass Christian house, which I sadly sold 25+ years ago. Fast forward to 2014 – frequent trips to The Pass awakened my nostalgia. Then a realtor showed me “the perfect house” on a tree-lined lane a half block from the beach. It was love at first sight.
I called my friend Laurie, buried in Chicago snow, and asked if she wanted to co-own a beach house. Sight unseen, she agreed. The house is “headquarters” for our Big Chill friends: new traditions and memories at Pass Time.
– Betsie Gambel, Gambel Communications, The New Orleans 100