Wednesday morning, I was walking on the beach. The conditions were exactly what Mike always hoped to see. As I got to his favorite shark tooth hunting territory, I was remembering how he could spend hours on such a morning scouring up and down that smallish stretch of beach.
I have found teeth before, but I was never one of the dedicated hunters. As I walked along, I spied a small shark's tooth and picked it up.
Since Mike and I continue to chat, I said, "It would nice of you to toss a big one up at my feet. You know how how I love a sign."
Don't judge until you have been there. I really am not nearly as crazy-whacko as I may sometimes sound.