“You KNOW you have a twin,” the woman said, walking an elderly dog in the Van Damme State Beach parking lot yesterday in response to my hello. (I was just waiting for her to pass by, for I wanted to strip off my cold wet neoprene.). “You have a twin, “ she continued, “in SC.”
I am not sure which SC she meant, for I didn’t think to ask. I thought, South Carolina? (Did I hear a touch of the South in her voice? I think so.)
Maybe SoCal or Santa Cruz?
I do not know.
She walked on, the dog pulling her.
