Switchin' Flies

by Barney Nelson.
Can you picture an old small-town homebody, who doesn't even go to Midland but once every couple years, on the beach of Grand Cayman Island? Me neither, but it happened! I'd been drooling over all those vacation advertisements for beautiful beaches, thinking I wanted to go someday. Not one to make snap decisions, I had been drooling for probably 40 or so years. For some reason, even though I have trouble walking on a sidewalk,
I pictured myself able to walk in sand and keep my balance in waves. I didn't seem too afraid of being seen in public in a swim suit either, as long as it was pretty unlikely that I'd run into anyone from home.

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