I recently took a trip to California with good friends and met many captivating characters along the way. They are too vivid, too colorful to remain cooped up in my mind, so I will illustrate them in my blog. And here is part 1:
Parking Lot Exodus
"Meters, meters, meters!"
Volleyballs create a ripple of small sand explosions as they fall in holes where lightly-toasted arms stretched seconds ago. The hourly parking lot exodus has begun.
Sharleen's sharp eye - so accustomed to following white leather flying through the air - first noticed the white jeep driving through the lot. It was her rallying cry that summoned the other forces. She led them to the lot, snatching a small tin container of quarters from her bag without even aiming. The young, tone ones always fell instep behind her first, with those who were trying to recreate their young, tone years close behind.
"I've got yours Jack, stay put," Sharleen yells without turning her head or losing stride. Jack had barely reached the blue rope that marked the edge of the court. He blamed the wind blowing through his white hair for his delay, but did not argue with Sharleen's order.
Fred and the two Washingtonians remained on the court with Jack and other car-less Sunday beach-volleyball stars.
"She has a parking pass, she doesn't need all those quarters," Fred told the untoasted foreigners. "She brings 'em every week anyways." His words were aimed at them, but his fond smile and gaze followed the cropped dark hair bobbing away from him.
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