I never had any flashlights lighting my way down the beach in 99 either.

I distinctly recall one night, a few of us laying down and making sand angels. Then just sitting there, naively being eaten by the sandfleas. Seemed like such a good idea at the time.

Eventually, a couple of locals (of my most recent acquaintance) came along and were insisting that I join them for some dancing somewhere. I wasn't inclined to go . . .a few tense moments there but no real fight broke out between my guys and the locals. And with all that, sand angels, yakking loudly, insistances, sandflea bites, etc., not one security guard or policeman came by or flashlighted us. Not even the guard looking after the property we were sitting in front of.

A fish and a bird can fall in love, but where will they build their nest?