I ran
into Harry Truman on a beach once at
Cardiff-by-the-Sea, California – seemed a nice old
man, even gave my older brother a sand-dollar (which
is good luck) – my brother explained to me after the
meeting that the man had been a president of the
United States – but it was one of those incredible
low tides – where we could walk out, it seemed, far
enough into the ocean, so we could nearly touch
Japan… much more consuming than some old man walking
with a cane, on the arm of some large woman who was
there to keep him from falling over…