It was dawn and the beach was deserted—just me and my heron. I shambled along the water’s edge, half-asleep, moving east toward the sunrise. About two blocks into my walk, at about Avenida 14, I noticed another denizen of the dawn start to make his way down from the houses to the water. Our paths intersected, and before I could offer a greeting, the man blurted out, “I like your stuff.”
Ha! Now if you have ever been unfortunate enough to see me before my first cup of coffee in the morning, I’m sure you understand my alarm—and perhaps his.
My immediate response was to look apprehensively around me—were we really totally alone on this vast beach? Why yes; yes we were. I then looked down at my own disheveled self, and muttered the most eloquent of greetings—“Uh.” Continue Reading