About 3:45 p.m., at low tide, I bike to the beach. It’s not far, a three-minute walk, but I prefer to bike; it makes it easier to avoid talking to my neighbors. I pause here to say that, in general, my neighbors are lovely people—especially Kenny and Jan who live on the corner. Just the…Continue reading A Young Man, An Old(er) Woman and a Wayward Garbage Grabber in Cocoa Beach