Surf & Turf Shirt

From The Noticer… For several minutes, we both sat silently, watching the gulls soar overhead, listening to the surf break on the beach. Then Jones began to move, gathering the empty cans and placing them back into the plastic bag.  Standing up, he extended his hand and helped me to my feet. “Incidentally,” he grinned, “you ate sardines and Vienna sausages in the sand. I dined on ‘surf and turf’ with an ocean view.”  He slapped me on the back. “It’s all about perspective.”