Danger

Ah yes, the infamous billowing red flag.  Danger, high surf and/or strong currents.  Warning. Risk.   There is the possibility of danger everywhere, but in no other capacity is a lifeguard flying down the beach on the back of a 4×4 gator and jumping over the dunes, David Hasselhoff style, to hoist flags letting you …

Can’t Beat the Heat

My morning ritual in Florida starts by sauntering across the stone floor in my Lisa Simpson socks straight out to the back lani to observe the temperature.  Over 80 degrees at 8am, I make a face like I ate a lemon. 90 percent humidity, I make expletives.  This of course causes me to immediately break …

Endless Summer

In childhood, summer lasts for eons.  This summer is different.  For the first time in my cognizant life, there is no back to school looming on the horizon.  No classroom to fill as a student or as a professor.  All of the transitions are making for protracted, eventful days in an ever changing environment.  This …