Such a delicate flower. Some things in life even now, after all these years, still make me sit back and shake my head in amazement. No, I'm not talking about this delicate, wind-swept flower among the dunes at Willard Beach. I'm talking about the purple bikini top! So, Thursday we get to Willard about noon and pick out a fine spot up next to the dune grass in the warm sun and gentle ocean breeze. Perfect. Well, almost. Once I had gotten myself situated and comfortable in my chair, I heard it. Miss Purple Bikini Top, about 10 feet away in front of us, was on her cell talking. Over the next hour, she NEVER quit. Talk! Talk! Talk! Yak! Yak! Yak! When I complained to Elenka about her incessant talking, she laughed hysterically! "You should talk!" She said. "Ya, but I make sense when I talk..." She got a kick out of that comment! After about an hour, a miracle occurred. The call was over... but not for long. Within a minute, she was back engaged to her cell engrossed in another friendly exchange. On, and on and on. Now, you know I'm a gentle man, but after 1 1/2 hours of this all I wanted to relay to her were these few, simple, dainty words "SHUT UP!" See, even at a sunny beach with a purple bikini dead ahead, I can shake my head in utter amazement. Do guys talk this much? I think not. Well, a least there was a bikini involved!