Just got back from Sanibel Island, Florida. Hardy and Jake - you've got to come there with me next time! I battled waves with driftwood, built cities out of sand, dodged the swarms of (mating) love bugs and red algae that smelled like poo...that's how lovely it is - despite the stinkweed and bugs it was paradise. We collected bags of pink, orange, twisting, scalloped, and bleached shells. Mom suggested we toss a bunch of them onto the sands of Pleasure Bay in South Boston, just for kicks. It would be great to see the face of one of the hardy, dedicated souls that visit the Bay happen upon a Scotch Bonnet or a Lion's Paw (Sanibel Island, by the way, was named Costa da Carocles by Ponce de Leon - the few streets on the island were paved with shells until the 1960s...).
