"What's that?" she asked a waiter and pointed to the long backbone of the great fish that was now just garbage waiting to go out with the tide.
A crazy day of wind in my little corner of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The wind was so strong, it knocked out the power of the library where I work. We had to shut the building down. I moved a morel hunting program I had scheduled for the evening to the local children's museum. Surprisingly, 25 people still showed up.
Saint Marty's koan for the night: even garbage has a good story.
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