Corner Office

Idiot guy at the beach in a rainbow colored aluminum beach chair with a full cell phone headset is yelling stuff to the people in his office on Monday morning as we look for shells and notice how many thorny horseshoe crabs have washed up on the beach. He has the girth of a potential heart attack victim, needs the good medicine of vacation more than most.

Piercingly blue sky nicely upholstered, stretched like sturdy blue canvas, tacked neatly into the crease of the horizon where a brighter blue sea begins, a bolt of fine watered silk in indigo spread before us.

I pity the people he's yelling at -- they thought he was on the Cape for a vacation and they were free of him for a few days.

Idiot guy is actually smoking a big cigar on the morning beach here in his remote office – MY beach, bossy boss, please go away – as the waves break. This is not your corner office, my corner of the beachy sky.