As a child I used to watch clouds, and in them, see faces, castles, animals, dragons, and giants. It was a world of escape–fantasy; something to inject wonder and adventure into the mundane, regulated life of a middle-class boy leading a middle-class life.
Protecting vital sources of renewal – unscathed marshes, healthy reefs, and deep-sea gardens – will provide hope for the future of the Gulf, and for all of us.
I have known a number of Don Juans who were good studs and who cavorted between the sheets without a psychiatrist to guide them. But most of the busy love-makers I knew were looking for masculinity rather than practicing it. They were fellows of dubious lust.
