At sunrise in November, Marion D. Ford, wearing shorts and jungle boots, jogged the tide line where Sanibel Island crescents north, and finally said, "Screw it," tired of wind and pelting sand. To his right were colorful cottages - red, yellow, green - The Castaways, a popular resort during season, but this was Tuesday and a slow time of the year. He went to the outdoor shower, thinking he'd hide his boots and swim through the breakers. He was ten pounds overweight and sick of his own excuses.
-Randy Wayne White, Cuba Straits
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