I don't know why I don't learn my lesson.
Yesterday, against my natural instincts, I
returned to San Onofre. I'm sure pleaed I
did, because I was able to meet an Editor
of the foremost food magszine in the nation,
Bon Appetite Magazine. As I sat chit-chatting,
exchanging recipes, with Amy Albert,
when the subject came up regarding shark,
I was thinling of submitting secret ways of
preparing the beast, spcificly Malibu's famous
shark's fin soup. As we spoke this elderly
chap rides accross a five footer heading
south, toward the SONGS Power Plant. The
wave, paper thin, was so transperant you
could see the old fellow, unbeknownst to
him, tracked by a 22' Great White Man-Eating
Shark. Suddenly, a blood curddling scream
comes from the beach. The twenty-two footer
leaps in the air, widens his massive jaws,
as the old guy approaches, the shark gobbles him
up head first. The GWS sounds, heading for the
bottem, victim, leash, and board. It was awful,
beleive me. I was a wreck, unable to complete
my recipe for Amy. Now that I think about it,
if I never see another fish as long as I'm on this
Planet it'll be too soon.

Written by Peg Leg Beard.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES