Sun knifed through the cloud cover and if I'd had my Cessna, the one I flew but never owned, I could have chased Orville's ghost up to the blue. Four hours later rain slicked the tarmac. Weather channel reporters in hooded jackets fretted about overwash, when the sound, river or bay rises over the causeway. This rain is light, however, and I am not worried. Look out the balcony to the Atlantic and think of the book I just finished, The Outlaw Sea by William Langewiesche. Read it before you get o… Continue

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