SUN JOURNAL • August 7, 2022
As soon as I heard there were a pair of shark sightings down there, I knew I had to go and clap eyes on that fish. All day I stood on the hot sand, gazing over the water and waiting for that iconic dorsal fin to rise out of the sea. This would finally fulfill a lifelong dream of mine in which I get to be the dude who runs along the beach yelling “Shark! Get out of the water!” just like Chief Brody himself on the big day. But nope. No shark for me. All I got for my efforts was gull poo on my shirt and a wife all mad because I kept stepping on her sand dollars. ~ Mark LaFlamme