As my fellow beach-goers were packing up for the day and the sun was beginning to wane, what I found—finally, at last!—on the beach was worth more to me than all of Jean Lafitte’s long-buried bullion topped off by a winning Lotto ticket.
Fun at the beach for the Tipsters
Okay, that’s ridiculous. Gad! Just goes to show how a little unforeseen trauma can drastically skew one’s perspective, if only momentarily.
Still, I had a closer call today than I care to repeat any time soon. But let me begin at the beginning …
After a long morning and early afternoon in front of my laptop, bobbing and weaving to dodge the plethora of Internet scams (don’t ask), I decided enough already! and plopped the pooch in the pickup for a drive to the West End beaches. And a glorious day for beach bumming it was!
Tip and I headed southwesterly down 3005, the main arterial that ends at San Luis Pass, in search of a nice beach access point with good parking that wasn’t too crowded. This was going to be my first test-run with Tip on the Flexi-Leash (sorry about that, Cesar), so since there was a fair probability that bodily injury might result, either to me or to the beast, I decided the fewer witnesses the better. Read the rest of this entry »
