The deep dive promises sunken treasure, brilliant coral and the odd octopus. Sights we're keen to see.
This dive is promoted everywhere: the staff meeting, book review and playbill. And yet, no octopus.
We show up to the conference room, bookstore or theater only to catch shade on the wetsuit. In the dull discussion, brief history or upbeat musical that ensues, no one even gets damp.
Disappointed, we flop our flippers to the grocery store and net a pound of shrimp. We steam them fragrant in cloves and bay leaf and fold them into a seaside sandwich. It tastes of salt air and summer sunshine.
Not deep, perhaps, but way more satisfying than that absent octopus.
