With a wind off the Gulf, a temperature 0f 70 degrees F. and sunny blue skies, Mrs. Phred kept saying things today about paradise...
There were a lot of dead fish on the beach. I don't think it was Red Tide. The scavenger gulls were feasting.
And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea,
Eventually
- Jimi Hendrix
Hope springs eternal...this guy had two poles, a cooler full of sandwiches and a large supply of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Sometimes you see disturbing things on the beach. This looked like a chunk of human flesh, but I think, after touching it with a toe, that it's just a piece of soft coral that broke loose and washed up on the beach.
We used to have a Miami band called "Dead German Tourist". They were formed because German tourists kept making the mistake of turning into Liberty City in Miami on their trip between the Miami airport and Miami Beach. At the time, rental cars had special licence plates...that was a little like wearing a sign on your back saying, "shoot me".
I'm trying to talk Mrs. Phred into three months in a Maui condo next winter so that she can gain some perspective on paradise. I stopped in Honolulu about 50 times on trips to SE Asia and back. It was always delightful...Even so, Sarasota has some lovely beaches. They rate among the ten best in the world...Don't know who gets to decide...Today they were crowded with snowbirds, locals, seagulls and live German tourists.
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