I watched a girl give her boyfriend a blowjob one day. Right on the beach. In a tight little secluded nook, but not that secluded, because I saw. They were both young, could not have been out of high school. Ah, puppy love!

People with dogs are pack animals at heart. When their dogs frolic with mine, they get friendly with me too. If it was up to them we would all roll around in the sand and chase each other all day.

Except Ernest Hemingway. He’s not really Ernest Hemingway, obviously. Just a resemblance, and that same reclusive air. He keeps his distance as our dogs flirt. I wave my acknowledgement of his being there. He waves back, and nothing more. My just as reclusive soul appreciates his friendly distance.