Life is full of interesting juxtapositions and strange ironies.
These and other such thoughts arose one day last summer as I vacationed on the island of Catalina, off the Southern California coast. I have become imbued with some habits which, be they the habits of Islanders themselves, or be they the habits of those visiting the Island, are nevertheless local customs. One of these is something which I have always found to be one of the great amusements which Life has to offer, elsewhere as well as on Catalina, but at its best on that Island. Now, Catalina's great metropolis is the tiny town of Avalon, a sort of rhapsody and set of variations on old California, located sea-side on Avalon Bay. The great pastime at any time of the day or night is to sit on the sea-wall which separates the front street from the sandy beach, and watch the world go by.