March 5, 2024
Number 197 in a Series
Cap’n Greg enjoys life. He squeezes all he can from every moment. Many of those moments include sampling what Rocky Point has to offer. A yet, there are some exceptions.
JACK: Hey, Cap’n, you want to join us at the oyster farm for some slurpy shellfish?
CAP’N GREG: Thanks for the invite, Jack, but no can do.
JACK: Why not?
CAP’N GREG: My gag reflex kicks in just looking at an oyster shell.
JACK: That bad, huh?
CAP’N GREG: Oysters, tacos de cabeza and watching a movie starring Tom Cruise? They all make me sick to my stomach.
JACK: Calamari? Octopus? Sushi?
CAP’N GREG: None por mi, por favor.
JACK: You don’t hate pizza, do you?
CAP’N GREG: Of course not. Just hold the anchovies and pineapple.
JACK: But you love the beach.
CAP’N GREG: When it’s not too crowded.
JACK: You mean spring break?
CAP’N GREG: When I was 50-something, the college kids and their boundless energy made me feel younger. At 70-something, I’ve noticed the bikinis are smaller and the men are more obnoxious that ever. So, while I wouldn’t mind having their youth again, it’s like a dog chasing a car. I wouldn’t know what to do with it if I caught it.
JACK: That’s a lot of stuff you don’t get too excited about, Cap’n Greg.
CAP’N GREG: Jack, Peñasco is much more than oysters and spring break. I never tire of walking the Malecón as the shops are opening, visiting with old friends and meeting new, having long lunches at Asadero Viva Mexico, and sitting with my toes in the sand while watching a stunning sunset.
JACK: Makes sense to me. How about you come with us to the oyster farm, anyway? You don’t have to eat any oysters, and I’ll buy your beer.
CAP’N GREG: Ahhh. Beer. The magic word. Wait here, Jack. I’ll get my hat.
