One of our chief pleasures of living on the ocean’s edge comes from beach combing. Over the years, we’ve received and appreciated myriad gifts thrown up by the tide. See, for example, The Homestead Acquires a Rubber Ducky, and especially Winter Beach Combing—take a look at the photo in this post, particularly, because it bears directly on today’s essay.
Most of the items we glean from the tideline bear their own mystery. How, we often ask ourselves, did this thing get here? Recently, that question has earned new urgency, because we have a repeater.
