blog gone wild

Remember Carl, the dockmaster who answered the phone: "Anchorage Marina, where the sun always shines!"? Carl was transient, in a good way. He lived on a boat, with a bird that would perch on his shoulder, and he drank heroic amounts of red wine.

I bet Carl, wherever he is (maybe the Keys), doesn't have to haul out his winter clothes--ever. Jackets are in. So are socks. I was sort of shocked to need socks. But if you're outside on Ocracoke Island the sun feels lovely. Why am I inside writing this?

P.S. the stars last night were just about as good as they get, which is to say, cosmic.