John jumped up from his chair (affectionately named Chair John) and raced out to our terrace. I followed. There was black-as-night smoke billowing up into the sky in front of us. And no fire engine sirens to be heard. “It’s down on the beach, ” John says. “I bet it’s the boat.” So I check Facebook to see if anyone’s posted anything. Nothing yet. Then I Facebook Messenger my friend Kim Priebe who lives a stone’s throw from the washed-up-and-abandoned boat on the beach. “It’s the boat, ” she confirms. “We’re not home but we’re at El Timon and watching …
Smoke and a Boat: Nica Nugget #61
