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Well, at Least We're Not Dead!

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On our first day out and about, we went to a beach called Balandra Beach. It is a lovely, wide, shallow bay, about a half hour north of La Paz. There was supposed to be some snorkeling available, so off we went.

Gorgeous aquamarine colored water, wide white beaches, it was indeed lovely. There was even one umbrella left! I snagged it, telling Ken we would likely have to pay for it. He poo-poohed that notion, and went off to explore. I got all set up, upon which, a gentleman came up and asked me if I had paid for the umbrella. Nope. Told him I would have to wait for my husband, who had the money, and that we didn't need the chairs and table, as the price was steep. He brought another solo umbrella ($10!) and set it up. Naturally, my exceedingly mild distress at all of this was offset by the joy of being right. Hee!

So once Ken came back, paid for the umbrella, and we set off to snorkel. Ken had asked another fellow where the snorkeling was, and he'd pointed to two very specific areas across the bay. Off we went.

Being around the water

On The 4 Hour Struggle

A short story excerpt from Hollywood Animal: A Memoir by Joe Eszterhas.

The Pool Man

Henry took care of our swimming pool at the Malibu Colony. He was sixty-nine years old and lived in the Valley: I knew all the big stars when I was about seventeen, eighteen. Cary Grant came into the house once and the first thing he said was, “It’s very nice to see you, Henry.”

He was really looking at me. I was a good-looking kid. They’d all come to the house to see my dad. He was at Paramount then. He’d been at RKO before then and later on went to Columbia. I went to Beverly Hills High School where I was a really shitty student.

I spent all my time in the pool at home and we also had a place out in Malibu so whenever I wasn’t in the pool I was out at the beach, riding the waves and getting a tan. Man, I had a great tan but that wasn’t what I really cared about.

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