oh, sure: i could teach somewhere else…
but could i sit on the beach at the end of january barefoot, wear shorts and a t-shirt, grade papers and listen to the waves crash, feel the warm sand between my toes, have the sun beat down on me, watch the pelicans take headlong dives for a scaly supper, and marvel at the wonder of it all?
naw, didn’t think so.







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