Here on Sanibel Island these bent old white pasty birds work up and down the beach, bent over, constantly poking in the sand, picking up shells, filling up plastic bags, cups, upturned shirts.
The booty is stuffed into suitcases, bags, wasting air freight and jet fuel, destined to be dumped into boxes or drawers upon return to the home grounds of Buffalo, Detroit, Cleveland…
Weird things I have seen while visiting Sanibel island in Florida:
* Weird is wearing shoes on the beach. Sand cries out for bare skin.
* Weirder is shoes and white socks on the beach.
* The Gulf is weird- no waves, just gentle lapping ripples. I miss the surf, no body surfing action at al here.
* What is it about collecting bags of shells? What happens to the tons of shells removed on a daily basis?
The post "Assorted Beach Observations" was originally scraped from the bottom of the pickel barrel at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2008/04/assorted-beach-obsevations/) on April 12, 2008.