Wednesday, June 12, 2019
'Embiggen' the photo in order to truly appreciate the tiny toilet with adult-sized sneakers placed next to it. I don't think it was a funky art installation, but it sort of looked like it could have been.
This was the first trip I have taken to the beach since September of last year. (Foot stuff had been preventing me from making the attempt until now.) My feeling better coupled with current, super-scorching temperatures (30C+/85F+) drove me to it.
I sat for a spell, read the paper, and ate a wee snack before dipping the old toes into the Pacific. A slew of 'free range' dogs racing around barking at each other compelled me to beat feet sooner than I had hoped. (Side note: I am beginning to think that a dog attack I sustained a few years' back has probably affected my sense of well-being.)
To us kids, my dad's cousin Bill was the dude at the holiday table you didn't want to hear from. He was kind of a blow-hard, a bit o...