How Do You Say….Deee Gorgeous?!Posted: 2011/10/11
So I live out in the ocean on a tenuous spit of land at the very end of a transcontinental highway. The entire place is built on a foundation of sand. It gains its livelihood from the whims of vacationers. Or the ebb and flow of the tides. There’s no real opportunity for growth, either economic or civic. It’s a town full of the work-a-day world’s castoffs and rejects and ne’er do wells. I’m at the proverbial dead end of America.
And there lies the beauty.