|NO STROLLING. NO SITTING.|
As we marveled at the sea's power and beauty, a guy swaggered out on the jetty. He was lucky he wasn't swept onto the rocks. There was an instructor leading a group of surfers in a nearby bay who called from the water to warn him off. He was ignored. Finally, the jerk strutted proudly by us, chuckling as he went. He seemed disappointed when no one applauded him for his outstanding stupidity. Who, I wondered, would have risked his own skin to fish this guy out of the water?
|AND THEN ALONG COMES TONTÍN.|
|ON THE EDGE...|
|BARELY KEEPING HIS FOOTING...|