The frogs whistled and croaked in the marsh east of the dunes. Hundreds, thousands, singing an antediluvian song. They were my musical accompaniment as I constructed a driftwood fort of an interesting triangle deign. I had never built a fort with frogs singing in the background. I dug it. I should do more things with frogs croaking in the background. <\/p>\n
It was my fifth fort on this secluded beach on a secret coast. I’ll resist the urge to name names. Let the secret remain. Mystery over journalism. <\/p>\n
A man walking at the ocean’s edge saw me building and altered course to intercept. That’s an exceedingly rare occurrence in my fort building career\u2014perhaps two or three times in a thousand forts. Ninety-percent of the time I don’t see another human being. <\/p>\n
He came up to me. He was elderly and evinced a twinkle in his eyes. (Give me that twinkle at his age or give me death!)<\/p>\n
He asked me what I was doing. (Give me that curiosity at his age or give me a death!)<\/p>\n
I explained my passion and philosophy for driftwood fort building. It took all of 30 seconds. <\/p>\n
\u201cRight on!\u201d he exclaimed. No one had ever said \u201cright on\u201d to me in approval of something I was doing right in front of them. I liked it\u2014a lot. How many of us get to experience that in our lives, particularly at work?<\/p>\n
Of course I wasn’t at work. I was at play and art. <\/p>\n
We said our goodbyes and I went back to building. I saw him walk south down the beach and investigate my four other forts. He went inside one and sat down. <\/p>\n
Right on!<\/p>\n\n
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