I have always loved the ocean. Back when my dad temporarily left my family to go get his PhD, we lived by the water. Some people live by the water in fancy condos. We lived by the water in a ghetto. Not all beachside properties are created equal. He didn’t LEAVE leave. He just had to go and get an education. We stayed behind. It wasn’t so bad. Unless you don’t like dog shit floating by while you are at the beach. It wasn’t really a beach. No sand. Lots of rocks. In fact, lots of kids defecated there, too. If you could get past the shit, the place was really quite nice.
I have a tiny body of work here at the IBC blog site. If any you liked any of my posts, wow. Thank you. I have very little left to say now. The things I have not said, I want to keep to myself. I actually surprised myself with all the information that I have already shared with all of you.
Despite all the shit I have seen on the beach when I was young, my favorite vacations involve just sitting on a beach, watching the waves crashing in. Waves rolling in does nothing for me. I like the drama and danger of large waves splashing foam and danger when they collapse on to nothing they never wanted to harm in the first place. Just nature’s way. I don’t see any any shit on the beaches any more. I left them behind. IBC or 12631 are great locations, though. Looking into the waves, I see new life. Good ones.