Surfers surfed in the roiling river, between the north and south jetties. The incoming tide sent up perfect waves. It seemed insane to be out there, but probably was necessary to preserve a semblance of sanity. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The seals were right there with them.\nThey were just having fun and munching fish at the same time. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rain fell. The ocean was green and\nwhite, churning and churning. It would outlast us all. As the poet\nRichard Hugo wrote, \u201cWe are absurd.\u201d \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never is that more obvious than now.\nWhat’s that saying about a trained seal…? Well, they could run the\nfederal government better than it’s being run now, and they wouldn’t\ntry to enrich themselves, either. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A man built a fort, a solid hangout\nfort. He decorated it with an empty can of Mickey’s found in the\nwood. Fort Mickey! Oh the goodness of the fortified green of Mickey’s\nmalt liquor, but really, you need the short, squat, wide-mouth jar\nfor the best effect. The tall can seems classless, more like a Miller\nLite. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An old rock hound approached the fort\nbuilding man. They met. The rock hound sported an orange mustache out\nof the Civil War. He gave an instant lesson in rock hounding, agates\nand jasper and such. He laughed at the can and wanted it for future\ncash. The fort man told him he needed it for art’s sake! They both\nlaughed at that. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rock hound left to go tumble and\npolish. Fort man kept on fortifying. The seals came in closer to \nwatch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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