From a cold, rocky Alaskan shoreline in a winter coat to the sun-soaked chaos of Myrtle Beach, this Flotsam Friday traces the surprising contrast between my first two beaches – and invites you to share the story of yours.
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They call it Black Friday.Humans stampede through parking lots and plazas, hunting shiny boxes and blinking screens.But down at the shore?We call it The Quiet Day. Most years, it’s just me – Sal the Seagull – circling above empty beaches, riding the wind like a king with no subjects.No fries.No crumbs.No half-eaten rolls.Just sand, sky, … Read more
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