At the beach, while Suzanne was tracking down seashells, I ran across a number of Bow Ties o’ the Day. I don’t know if the ocean critters knew I was going to be spending the day there, or not. I’d like to think they’re regular wearers o’ bow ties. Of course, both the manta ray and the jellyfish were dead. Perhaps these were their burial clothes. Bow Tie o’ the Day I was wearing saluted them, in honor of the noble sea creatures’ bow tie missionary work. I took the whole thing as a sign that I’m living right. The bow tie way o’ life is the right path for me, no matter where I go. 🏖
