Sunday, December 2nd, 2007. The peace and quiet.
I took a quiet, enjoyable, winding tour along the coast with the wealthy pharmacist. To state the obvious, swell stayed at a manageable height of four inches and the breeze was at its lightest.
I let my mind at ease. Anglers had abandoned the ledges and the rocky foreshores. Amazing. Puzzling. Perhaps someone keeps them chained in a basement where they are fed a bucket of fish heads once a day. Either that or we have a righteous, recreational sniper.
If so, he must be an angel.













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