So I get a phone call from a colleague this morning. The plans for the trip to the Eastern Shore have changed. Maybe, after all, I don't need to make the drive. What could I say? "We've got a bad cell connection, I'm sorry, you're breaking up." A garbled exchange: What?, Huh?, Can't quite understand you. The voice, tinged with defeat, says well, ok, maybe show up, but an hour later. I can hear that part. An extra hour to hang out on the working waterfront and white sandy beach at Cape Charles. Got to love a bad phone connection. Yeah, I can hear you now.