|Call me, maybe?|
I’m not a car person; I’m a romantic. And this just stirs up every running-away fantasy I’ve ever had. It wasn’t the only fantastic thing at the beach today, either. Actually, I think most everything at the beach is pretty darn fantastic any day, but there was a pod of whales today and it doesn’t get much better than that. Didn’t see a full breach, but I saw enough… and plenty of spray coming from those blow holes. One of them, a baby maybe, flirted for a while with a kayaker. Anyway, what I want to do is call that area code 203 guy, take that VW bus off his hands, and follow those whales up the coast.