Story Time

Whitey Sunbathing

Story along the rail is varied and usually entertaining. Today was no different. The talk turned to the Senile, which had a story about Whitey sightings over the weekend. There was even a picture (included) that showed the Grey Man touring the cement ship. As the conversation progressed, one of the guys mentioned seeing a White tailing him while long-boarding the beaches – the idea being that the length of the board would give Whitey something to think about. The story turned to the spook-factor associated with the beaches and particularly Dunes Colony (Salinas River Mouth). Sure – you can find great surf there – but nobody out. The story began to develop. All agreed that if you did go out and got in a tangle with the Grey Man, your chances would be slim. First, you would have to get into the beach and hobble to your car – the beach is usually empty and the hike through the dunes is taxing even when you’re in one piece. Then someone pointed out that if you made it to your car, you would find it broken into. The parking lot at Colonies is notorious. We all laughed as we envisioned looking for your cell phone amongst chunks of broken glass, only to be vexed – a lost cause. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, the local riffraff would just laugh as they passed your decaying corpse – too bad. Finally, a ranger would brave the elements and check the lot. There he would find a rusted-out car and parts of a human skeleton and neoprene strewn around it. The vision got a hearty laugh – and then the subject turned to the internet swell, the lack of real swell, how crowded it could be on the day of the internet swell, and the two guys that just collided on knee-high slop. Story time.

Final Word :

One should count each day a separate life. -Lucius Annaeus Seneca, philosopher (BCE 3-65 CE)

 

Comments are closed for this post.