BeachAlert File #7

The happy surfer studied today’s waves.  He finished his warm-up stretches, fastened the long tether from his board around his right ankle, hefted the board under his right arm, and loped off toward the surf. “Wasn’t that a great pair of arches?” comments the happy little clam. “Wasn’t that uncomfortable when he walked all over …

BeachAlert File #6

On a foggy day at the beach, the fine mist covers everything.  It covers the pretty little houses lined up along the Strand.  It covers the pier.  It covers the lifeguard shacks.  It covers the line that separates the sky from the sea.  Things look very different. On a day like this, it’s easy to …