Beach Party!

Late afternoon, I am once again performing my lonely beach monitor duties.

Some young people are playing volleyball; 5 guys and a couple of girls. They're not very good, and several times the ball lands near my beach property. Each time I cheerfully return the ball; all part of the service.

Eventually, they actually asked me to join their game, to even up the sides. I informed them that I wasn't nearly as young as I looked, but they persisted, so I played.

Three games; my team won two of them. Truth be told, I was awesome! Still, the kids were great in their own way; amazing how they can navigate the beach with their crutches and wheel chairs. Especially Blind Billy!

After the games, I entertained them with some card tricks and juggling. (They weren't inclined to frolic in the water.)

Unfortunately, this is when the truth came out. They befriended me because they wanted me to buy them beer.
This is not part of the service. I refused and left in a huff, as any self respecting, self appointed, Temporary Beach Patrol Monitor would.


Unfortunately also, I left some of my dignity at the beach that day, shouting that my "friends" had cooties. I'm not proud of this episode, but I persevere. TBPM; my beat is 16th avenue.





(Dark enough for you, Big Sister?)