Awkward day at the beach

I ate my breakfast too quickly this morning. It impaired the tranquility of my bicycle ride. The wind was powerful from the east, the sun shone like oven heat upon my face. I was distracted by the urgency, not yet focused. Who are these people passing by? Do they live nearby? Have they just arrived on the island full of excitement and energy and purpose? I’m starting to blend in with the wallpaper.

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The Real Thing

Of all the gems and bijoux I’ve ever had DJA is the only one irreplaceable. He is the keel of my meaning. I won’t deny I can at times be more ornamental than he; but he is what fastens the foundation and keeps us afloat, going in the right direction with the wind always at our backs and in our sails. When the sun sets and the gloom of the evening overtakes, the diminished brightness of the day narrows the perspective and highlights what is crucial. There is no one else left in the room.

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Impromptu dinner on Siesta Key

There are as many ways of interpterting the world as there are of looking at it. My friend FBF prefers the broad view, seeing as much as possible, doing as much as one can, extending the exploit to the edge of whatever elasticity prevails, enduring the necessity of the race for the strength of the strain. His is a limitless horizon as much of his own making as nature and circumstance choose to afford him. His passion nonetheless admits the obligation of servility “because we all serve someone“, whatever narrow focus of performance one has sought in this life – in his case medicine.

You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Gotta Serve Somebody, Bob Dylan

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…while waiting for a bus in Yugoslavia

Engineering the correct regard for one’s life is no mean task. The are two options: recapitulate or capitulate – summarize or surrender. When blathering with Dr. George by the pool today he astonished me by not knowing the name of the model of vehicle (Enclave or Encore) he had just purchased in December before coming here from Maine for the winter. He did however quite succinctly recall what some old fellow had told him over fifty years ago while waiting for a bus in Yugoslavia.

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Lunch on the dock

Before I expand upon the fodder I consumed at the trough today, I feel bound to record the distinction which unwittingly arose while cycling along the Gulf of Mexico Drive this afternoon. The distinction is this, between “here for the season” and “winter here“. I am provoked in this dilation because of three recent putatively insignificant encounters on the bike path, events which frankly perturbed me.

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Memories

Okay, here it is, balmy, breezy air the moment I open the air-conditioned apartment door late this morning (after a sustaining breakfast of green apple slices, Brie cheese, steel cut oats, walnuts with maple syrup and black chilled coffee), wheeling my Sun bicycle out; blue sky and yellow sunshine above; towering palm trees everywhere; golf courses sprawling either side the bike path; the turquoise waters of the Gulf of Mexico within view to the west, Sarasota Bay to the east; and it’s approaching 85 degrees. My greatest accomplishments so far in the day are getting out of bed and cleansing the carcass. I rest my case!

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Simple is good!

There likely isn’t anything which hasn’t been said before and I can pretty much guarantee you won’t hear anything novel from me. There are however certain truths which bear repeating and I would like to share some of them with you. To illustrate the first universal principle consider this brainteaser, a foceful reminder that things are not always what they appear:

If a baseball and a bat cost $1.10 together, and the bat costs $1.00 more than the ball, how much does the ball cost?

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Say it like it is!

Although President Donald Trump’s use of cryptic language is normally understood by even the lowest common denominator, certain words suffer misconstruction due to auditory distortion. Take his use of “bigly” for example. Apparently what he’s actually saying is “big league “. In either case the assumption is that he’s using the word or phrase as an adverb, something to modify a verb, as in “We won bigly” or “I intend to do something bigly”. If what he is really saying is “big league ” it still amounts to doing something on a grand scale and therefore the sense or meaning in either case is relatively clear even if both renditions are paradoxically more poetic than prosaic.

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Ship Wreck

Many, many years ago I met a gentleman in the financial district of downtown Toronto who informed me he practiced maritime law. I believe he worked as in-house counsel for an insurance company. I don’t recall the particular circumstances of the acquaintance (though it may have been in a bar at the King Edward Hotel) but I do recall being impressed by his uncommon undertaking. The practice of maritime law was to me a rarefied and puzzling avocation. In keeping with my general interest in matters nautical – and residing as I am for the moment adjacent the emerald waters of the Gulf of Mexico – the relevance of maritime law has – pardon the pun – lately resurfaced. My particular inquisitiveness revolves around shipwreck, a sphere popular in nearby Key West which has an unfortunate history of such occurrences due to its proximity to coral reefs only meters below the sparkling surface. While I don’t intend to engage in an examination of the applicable maritime law regarding shipwreck (and the entitlement to its trove), I felt a modest familiarity with the topic might prove informative (if not merely an enlargement of the customary language). What by the way precipitated the original enquiry was a comment from a woman in the grocery parking lot that she had noticed some flotsam and jetsam in the evening tide. Her observation arose in connection with the recurrence of what is called “Red Tide“.

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The full picture

Photography is a popular hobby. My niece is a professional photographer. I don’t pretend to involve myself in that degree of expertise; mine is strictly an avocation. Since the dawn of the iPhone I suspect the amusement has taken on far greater amusement. Though the device does not overcome the need for practice to capture a scene it certainly enables the discovery. Learning to handle the “Edit“, “Crop” and “Make Key Photo” features requires a moderation of instruction and learning. Nor I hasten to add is the romantic vernacular of black-and-white lost in the process. I derive added pleasure by contributing the photos to my blogs – which admittedly are themselves advanced by the contribution!

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