I was on the Lakewalk recently when a female jogger passed, and in passing, told me that I had a nice bounce to my step. "It's kind of a happy bounce," she said. I told her I thought it was more of a dislocated hips at birth bounce. Am I slick with the ladies, or what?
Speaking of slick . . . no, wait, it's not oil, it's plastic . . . OK, so it is oil. Anyway, you've probably heard of the infamous miles of plastic floating around in the Pacific Ocean, right? In August, a group from Scripps Institution of Oceanography is heading out for a few weeks to take a closer look. I'd love to be along for the ride--long ago I fantasized about attending the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution as a result of spending many days on that part of Cape Cod--but instead I'll follow along on their blog. Cruise along with me if you like. One of the folks actually onboard will be doing whale research as well.
On the Edge, Precariously
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