Rio Day Three

He checked and rechecked the numbers but it always came out the same. The news was so disturbing that he couldn't eat...and he usually loved to eat. As he picked up the phone to call the emergency meeting the same thought kept running through his mind "The meaning is obvious. If the depth of the Atlantic ocean truly did drop by nearly an inch then maybe the whole global warming thing wouldn't sell anymore".

Where would he get his money in the future? Who would buy his movie? Al Gore was nervous, perhaps even panic stricken. How was he going to spin this one?

Two hours later, as the sun gently kissed the Copacabana beach, Cassandra Crawford dragged her self from the foamy surf. The waves had not been kind to her or her husband. Twenty minutes earler she proudly watched as her husband strapped the velcro safty line to his wrist, tightly gripped the boogie board with both hands and launched himself into the massive humps of water that would soon be breaking waves. Moments later she helplessly peered in rapt horror as Shane came over the crest of the breaking wave and violently altered a famous Beach Boys song.

A snappy melody of "Catch a wave and your head auggers down in the sand" played in her mind as Shane went completely vertical as he made a 90 degree turn off the breaking wave. His face and the front edge of the board striking the sand at the same moment, Shane contorted into "Backwards clam man". Cassandra grimaced, feared the worst, hoped for the best and then got leveled by a giant wave.

This was the fun they paid all that money and traveled all those miles to experience.

About that time Shane emerged from the depths, gladly relinquished the boogie board to his father (who quickly learned how to do the wave crest pile driver manouver himself) and escourted his waterlogged wife back to the beach chairs generiously provided by the JW Marriott.

As Cassandra leaned forward to adjust the towel which covered her chair she experienced something that was totally unprecidented in her life experience. A suddent torrent of water began gushing from her nose. A river began to form at her feet and rush across the beach back into the Atlantic slowly bringing the level of the ocean back to a level sufficient to rekindle the raging debate about global warming.

Somewhere, thousands of miles away, Al Gore breathed a sigh of relief as back in Rio Cassandra found she could breath much better without a percentage of the Atlantic waters packed into her sinus cavities.

More to come.....