Maybe I ll do this. Maybe I will walk out to the restaurant at the end of the Anna Maria city pier. The pier juts like a dorsal fin into Tampa Bay. You can see the bottom here through 10 feet of water. Manta rays glide through the clear, green sheen.
Sunshine dapples the waves in gold.
Maybe I ll drink a beer and watch the fishermen cast for grouper. The pier sways with the waves, a soft rhumba. Maybe I ll stay the whole day there. The land that time forgot, Steve Barnes calls it. I think we re up to about 1966 now.