I don't have much to say in this space this week, because, as you can read in "From Liberty Street," I'm on vacation.
One of the strange features of vacation is that ordinary economies fly out the window. Yesterday, at a Publix grocery store in Fernandino Beach, I paid $5.00 for a Sunday New York Times. In real llfe I'd never think of doing such a thing. And, at the Jacksonville Airport, I shelled out $12.95 for a bag of Starbucks coffee. What's wrong with me? Am I out of my mind? Maybe not. I'm just on vacation and, consequently, money doesn't count. I even bought a bag of dog food for $27.00.
One thing I'm glad to report is that the pelicans have returned to the beaches of northern Florida. When I was a boy I would count them sailing by in strings of sixty or seventy birds. Then, decades later, they all seemed to have gone away. You don't see them now in the numbers they once exhibited, but they are back. A couple days ago I saw a string of seventeen and they gave me a little thrill of hope. The beaches, however, remain comparatively dead. Fiddler crabs and sand fleas have not reappeared, and there aren't even many shells along the sands. But seeing the pelicans lets me think that maybe, just maybe, the other creatures can come back too.
Next week I'll write more fully, but right now, I'm going out to the pool.