He ambushes me as I come up from the beach.
He always has an opinion to share.
I hardly have time to say good morning when he points to the driftwood in my hand.
“You shouldn’t burn that in your wood stove,” he lectures sternly.
“Oh, okay then,” I say agreeably.
“It’s a stupid thing to do- it’s full of salt.”
“I guess it would be.”
“I’d have thought you’d know better than that?”
“I’ll keep it in mind” I say.
He snorts in disgust and marches off, shaking his head and I hear him say scornfully to his companion “Guess some people have more money than sense if they can afford to rust out their wood stoves..”