What can you do on a rainy Sunday in August (it's raining somewhere)? Once again, desperation could drive you to waste time on another installment of views from my beach chair.
At times I felt as though I was sitting beside a busy thoroughfare. Large birds (pelicans, I think) kept passing in either direction. Occasionally, one or the other wound dive-bomb into the water and then continue on their way to who-knows-where. Besides those prima donna moves, they must have had a destination, because they seemed intent on riding air currents or seeking the most favorable route upwind. And, these guys could fly formation!
A time or two, I felt obliged to leave my comfortable chair to get a better shot. They seemed to have a nice life and enjoy it. They appeared to be less anxious than scurrying creatures shown in an earlier vacation views, which nervously scrabbled along the sand in search of sustenance. Just like in the military, Air Force guys have a better life than troops on the ground.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.