I managed to catch a few

 

I slowly open the door of my subterranean bunker

and wrinkle my nose at the mixed smells of

salt-peter (potassium nitrate), charcoal, and sulfur

with just a bit of brine on the breeze.

As everyone knows the 5th of July is always a great surf day.

The tourists are sun burnt beyond all recognition and usually vow to never ever return to the shore

forever

or until next weekend

whichever comes first.

it takes time for the courts to process all the paperwork for the ones that have sobered up and can be released

on their OR (own recognizance)

the ones that aren't guests of the authorities

usually have new stitches

or a new tattoo

or both

neither of which should be soaked in the local salt water for at least

a few days

I drove carefully to the awaiting shore

not wanting to awaken

any manner of life form

that might also want to treat

yesterday's sunburn

(my new band's name)

with a quick dip in the waters

Unlike Rick in Casablanca

there was parking

the weren't crowds

the Nazis were avoided

and I managed to catch a few