Chilly morning...had to button up my jacket...at the Malibu Pier from Surfriders Beach where the beach keepers drove down to the shore to rescue a beached baby shark and then got their truck stuck in the sand.
I have always felt that the first duty of a writer was to ascend -- to make flights, carrying others along if you can manage it. To do this takes courage, even a certain conceit. …E.B. White