Someone brought a package of English muffins to the office this week. It is sitting on the counter in our lunch room, and I notice the plastic bag contains fewer muffins each day. Now it’s Friday, and I suspect they are getting a little stale. By Monday, they will be bird food or, perhaps more sadly, headed for the landfill. So what does this have to do with anything? Every time I see English muffins, I think of nooks and crannies. It results from exposure to a particular marketing campaign a hundred years ago.
Part of the fun of cruising the Virgin Islands is exploring every corner, many of which are under the surface of the warm Caribbean blue water. When snorkeling, it pays to look in as many nooks and crannies as possible as many of the local inhabitants play a perpetual game of hide and seek. Those nooks are ideal hiding places. Son, Alex spotted this little octopus. I’d have swum right past the eight-armed cephalopod. Keep an eye peeled.