Uncle Chester's World Beach Tour Fix Site

He spent four hours on his hands and knees, sorting colors. Red glass was “a rare blood type.” Blue was “for the melancholy.” He filled his watermelon cooler with so much sea glass that he couldn’t lift it. Gregory the seagull stole a bright green piece and flew off with it. Chester just waved.

He attempted to build a black sandcastle. It looked like a crumbling charcoal briquette. A passing Icelandic sheep stared at him with what I can only describe as pure judgment. Chester didn’t care. He pulled out a tiny vial, scooped up some black grains, and labeled it: “Beach #1: Tastes like regret and minerals.” uncle chester's world beach tour

“See those?” he yelled over the gale. “Nature’s hexagons. Better than your smartphone grid.” He spent four hours on his hands and knees, sorting colors