You see some odd things on California beaches in the summer, but this one stood out: a grizzled man in a dark hat, dragging a wooden cross along the sand.
And the cross had wheels.
We were up along the beaches of the Central California coast this holiday weekend, staying in a small town known for its deliberately off-the-wall Fourth of July parade: a float of tap-dancing seniors from the local center; a life-sized, home-made yellow submarine; and two guys on uni-cycles tossing a giant American flag back and forth down Main Street.
As the parade ended and the crowd thinned out, I walked past the town pier and toward the beach. That’s when I saw him: in weathered jeans and weathered face, hauling his wooden cross over his shoulder.