What fey druid is haunting the sand dunes along Western Beach Road at night, erecting tiny little Cairns, one stone upon another, all looking seaward, not unlike their massive counterparts on Easter Island?
Whoever it is, of this world or not, should step forward to receive credit for the marvelous little creations that never fail to bring smiles to the faces of us who walk that way each day. The cairns may not always survive the highest tides, but while they do they are the closest we may ever come to that other druid masterwork at Stonehenge.
Roy Ringer